What makes a person an artist is their ability to display emotion through the works that they deliver. Finding contentment in something, you would think an artist would slowly lose their style. But still I find that I am unhappy with the art I do. There is an uneasiness behind all of it. Uncertainty.

I think that follows all of my stuff from beginning to end.

Though It's a nice change. From going to when I first started posting writings. I wrote about anger, bitterness and regret. Painful things that I can't seem to let go or forget. But as it slowly progressed it almost told a story. There was a moment where I found something, and then lost it. and then finally reached something greater.

I have noticed that my pieces as of late. Mostly my poetry or songwriting have been a lot more whole as of late. A lot more like there is some justification behind it and it's not just anger.

Then finally their is a peace in my heart about many things. The writings now a days speak more of just being patient and waiting for the answer to come. Wanting and yearning for that bit of clarity. Love.

I dunno. It's interesting. Perhaps its not so content as to where I have fully given all my problems away. But it is a many steps ahead of where I was.

So now I am just waiting patiently.

The hardest thing a person can do but sometimes it's all you can do.