Is it just me, or does my gallery look fairly random and unorganized? Don't worry, my public, I am working on three pictures right now. I just want them colored before I post them so it might take another seven days.
I point a way into the frosty glen.
The path is littered with wicked bones.
But through the tales that I could send,
I can't help you find your way home.
The skies and stars speak in tongues.
Clues are carried by the wind's deep sigh.
But often times our ears are numb,
And all that's left are tear-filled eyes.
What does nature say about sadness?
This book is only filled with lies.
How can these stupid thoughts
Keep running through my mind?
What is a fairytale?
And how does it breathe?
Through children's hearts and fingertips
Many are deceived.
But if you look across the words,
And into a normal space.
This world is filled with sharper curves...
Reality has always been a race.
But it seems to me it will always be..
The more confusing place.
[I am not afraid
Of black widow spiders
Or planets colliding with earth.
But of empty rooms
And empty houses
And doors swinging on squeaky hinges that are
Rusting from long disuse.
I am not afraid
Of the howling Furies
Or the wrath of omnipotenet Zues,
But of big cities
And callous people
And waking up to cry at midnight
Without knowing why
I am not afraid
Of mythical monsters
Or gold-eating, fire-breathing dragons
But of growing old
And being alone...]
It's so strange, the chills, when you know you are reading fiction.. but it sounds so much like yourself.
This is from a play that I am a part of at the moment. It is not about love, but as I remember this I can't help but think.. If you knew who my crush was you would just laugh.
I've been busy with drama and art. I'm trying to get some pieces done by October 3rd for a contest and my art teacher is pounding my about making sculptures.^^ Apparently she thinks they look good. I'll take photos of them and see what you think.
I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while, I need an art trade or something to get me moving^^