Fuel

I wasn't even going to post this, but this morning I got the inspiration to do so. It originally just started as a bad doodle of things I've been feeling lately, but it became apparent I have someone close to me going through much of the same. The dedication is hidden in the picture, but if you can't figure it out you must be brain dead (provided you know the party in question). She, at least, will know this is hers.

Should also be noted that only two words are repeated in this piece. If you can find those two words, you have way too much time on your hands.

EDIT - Damn, I edit too much. Realized I put up the wrong image, and the "secret" initials weren't as bold as they should have been because of it. Boo. It's fixed. And for raven - it's a piece about how life is fuel for art. Even when it seems empty, hateful, stupid, etc. ... that's when our brains many times kick into overdrive and create something beautiful (or scary). And it's also about how people are fuel, and the emotions we share with each other are what fill us, even when we feel empty. The little bit of verse is in reference to someone... who said something to me, and filled me to the brim with overwhelming sorrow. I felt so empty, lonely, and angry at the world. Then I realized that I wasn't empty... I was FULL. Full of so much... love, hatred, confusion, pity... and it brought me a whole new perspective. So there you go.