Change..... slow to go through, yet too quick to comprehend.
You're wondering if the clock even moves, but it's when you look back that you wonder 'How did we jump here?'
It feels nothing has changed, but everything feels distant and strange. The dots are too further apart to be connected. The familiarity feels strange, and the strange feels familiar.

Another MS paint?
I feel like wasting some more time.

Excuse my lack of enthusiasm or lack of consistence.... just lack of something lately. Feeling a bit unwell, in addition to having writer's block.
I hope for a lovely day for everyone :)

Wasting time - day dreaming, not about what I wish the future could hold....
But about what the past could've held, day dreaming in retrospect.

We might not have the upper hand, the power to do anything about anything in this world. In fact, we, as civilians are on the bottom rank of the social hierarchy (*political). Our role is to line up in the queue and face the fate awaiting.......? or so they thought they had us that way.
Here,
He whom everyone and everything's fate is on the hands of is one prayer away. Raise your hands and ask of Him, that's the only weapon we have and the ultimate weapon we need.
Things are difficult but believe that I'm not taking this lightly when I say everything will be alright. Everyone gets what they deserve, it's only a matter of time.
If we don't have the power to stop them, we have the access to The One who has.

There's only so much noise you could silence by putting hands over your ears.

Art is a form of breathing exercise -

What you see, what you hear, what you sense... you take it all in.
You take that-you perceive, interpret, transform...... and you bring it all out.

- you inhale and then you exhale.

I wish I had no emotions of my own so I could help people instead of thinking about myself, but aren't those emotions what made me think and care about people in the first place?