The sky weeps
a torrent of twinkling things:
molecules, but people see the bigger picture
just this time.
Sakura trees embrace the humming wind
and the cacti of death valley
don't mind the drought.
the bucolic lush green growth –
A cure for the eyes, but they are erased
blindly
because not every leaf matters.
they would turn blue if they knew.
As johnny appleseed chopped his trees one by one,
he exclaimed, "i would be lying if i said
the redness of this fruit is sweeter than
the taste of success."
Vainglory.
"memento mori," they shall chant
marching to the sole spring
that could blossom their thirst
And their potted
"Hello," he says to her in the same genuine smile he has worn since they first met. The 19th time, she presumes.
The girl glances down inattentively after meeting his eyes and replies, "Hello." He walks past her, tap, tap, tap, the sound of his grey sneakers she knows way too well (from staring at the ground everytime the boy was around) fading away as she marches on, every inch setting the distance between them further and further. It is no big deal.
It has always been her dream to never part with an individual, but it seems as if these hellos will by no means end. Never were there goodbyes, or see you laters, or catch you tomorrows, or wh
It wasn't even 1095 pages yet but it felt like they've known each other for longer than 5 novels, thought the words and papers would keep turning, but they don't.
Book 1
She wasn't interested, she was shy, he was neutral, he was young. It didn't take long for her to like him enough to give him a birthday present. There was a trait about the new neighbour that destiny has planned in order for them to form something special. It was only the second chapter. They grew fond of each other as time went by; but before you know it both of them were already having an argument - it was in May or April, she can't remember, but it was a childish reason.
Whenever she wakes up in the morning, she looks at her mobile and sees the time. When enough sleep is preserved, her eyes stay awake until it's time to shut them again for deep slumber. Every early hour of the day, the girl walks up to her window and stares outside. Sometimes she remains like that for a few seconds and it can go up to minutes, but never hours. She simply sits on the couch and watches the purple and pink sky, gradually forming a pretty shade of blue. When all was visible was coloured nothingness, she sighs and leaves, but if there were puffs of white clouds, or signs of the moon or rays peeping out, she stays.
Maybe sometimes
The sky weeps
a torrent of twinkling things:
molecules, but people see the bigger picture
just this time.
Sakura trees embrace the humming wind
and the cacti of death valley
don't mind the drought.
the bucolic lush green growth –
A cure for the eyes, but they are erased
blindly
because not every leaf matters.
they would turn blue if they knew.
As johnny appleseed chopped his trees one by one,
he exclaimed, "i would be lying if i said
the redness of this fruit is sweeter than
the taste of success."
Vainglory.
"memento mori," they shall chant
marching to the sole spring
that could blossom their thirst
And their potted
It wasn't even 1095 pages yet but it felt like they've known each other for longer than 5 novels, thought the words and papers would keep turning, but they don't.
Book 1
She wasn't interested, she was shy, he was neutral, he was young. It didn't take long for her to like him enough to give him a birthday present. There was a trait about the new neighbour that destiny has planned in order for them to form something special. It was only the second chapter. They grew fond of each other as time went by; but before you know it both of them were already having an argument - it was in May or April, she can't remember, but it was a childish reason.
Whenever she wakes up in the morning, she looks at her mobile and sees the time. When enough sleep is preserved, her eyes stay awake until it's time to shut them again for deep slumber. Every early hour of the day, the girl walks up to her window and stares outside. Sometimes she remains like that for a few seconds and it can go up to minutes, but never hours. She simply sits on the couch and watches the purple and pink sky, gradually forming a pretty shade of blue. When all was visible was coloured nothingness, she sighs and leaves, but if there were puffs of white clouds, or signs of the moon or rays peeping out, she stays.
Maybe sometimes
10k pageviews? After 3 years? Finally! xD Thank you, thank you.
Man, I want to delete all of my old Journal entries but there's so many and it takes forever to do the process.. -___- Oh sh**. I accidentally deleted my Anime List entry...
Aaaaaaaaaanyway it's 2:22AM right now and instead of going to bed I've been browsing through the 12 pages of my gallery [it doesn't take that long and isn't as much as you think, believe me] clicking certain deviations that catch my interest. Throughout the entire browsing I've been thinking and 'analysing' whether I improved or not.
Here's what I concluded [gosh what's with the formal language srsly?]:
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Ahh I didn't want a meme to be the journal the entry sticking out in my profile so I decided to type proper things...
I still draw you know, I just don't upload
I have this A5 sketchbook that's always in my schoolbag so whenever I have a free lesson I am always, and I mean always doodling instead of studying.
There's some drawings in there I haven't scanned in yet. There's also some drawings in my sketchbook that hasn't been uploaded either I think?
I don't know why my fingers don't reach for pencil colours
Prolly just too pre-occupied with my Korean fangirling...
Still, I wanna present my improvement! *if any
[SURVEY]
Step 1: Fill this in, as such everyone on your watch list may then tell you are not a bad artist. This will let you know how splendid you are, that way you can boost your monstrous ego just a smidgen more.
Step 2: Now that you've got that great ego boost that you needed, you can sit and revel in it, and believe (falsely) that you are so superior than everyone else.
Yes. That was all supposed to be sarcasm.
1. [ ] When you doodle, you say it's a simple drawing.
2. [ ] Always provide excuses such as "Still in development"
3. [ ] Can only create an excuse of "I used a mouse, not a tablet"
4. [ ] You only draw faces.
5. [ ] You