too much

....then comes a point or a moment in your life (classic but not as you expect it to be) when you confront the reality of having packed up within you, all these kinds of compulsive masses as thought to be an extension of your so-called exclusive time-frame in to the reality that has actually turned out to be the ordinary routine way of living life with an empty sense of indulgence, part of merely being things, whether it shall be anything or everything..its been 6 years since I've drawn this...now it makes a lot more sense... too much?... I certainly don't need that anymore...