Friday, July 22, 2011

Sparkles #2

There was a night some months ago when I could be found practicing drawing, furiously. I was drowned in all my bitter motivations, fueled by some thrashing metal. I didn't really notice how deeply immersed in all that burning feeling until I felt a little drained and went outside, and watched the moon shining delicately over me.
Suddenly I felt like I had been through the most vicious journey and was now back home, watching that peaceful view.

Funny how it was all in my head. To an outsider I'd look like simply being in my desk for hours and then going out for a few minutes.

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