There are times when you think of your past and remissness. Sometimes those places or things in your past are still there for you to visit or trace back, a psychical remainder for you, a beacon of memories. The rush of your moments when you see it and you can almost see it unfold infront of you or the people you once knew still there.

Most of my past isn't like that... Along my life many parts of my past no longer exist, places I've walked or screen now just a memorie forever. Friends long since gone and no way of contacting. When I think back on my life I can't help but feel like I'm in this vast empty field in the middle of the night with nothing more there but faint paw marks under the grass of what once was there.

There are a fixed points in my life and my mate and family are always there for me, and I'm thankfully for them very much. I just wish sometimes there where just a little more, ways to see my old friends.

This is vent art in away I guess or expressing a hard to describe feeling. I also tried a bit of shading too.

West belongs to me.