In these cold autumn nights, the heart and mind grows weary and weak. The body chills and life goes dull. Nothing to do, but sit, watch, and wait. My only comfort, is my sketchbook, my pens, and pencils. Can no one bring my mind away from my deviations? Can nothing stop my artistic urges? So close, and yet so far from anything I want. Full Metal Alchemist is on soon, I should depart. Chao.
-=Mint Stealin' Misty=-