Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Quiver
Digging the schrapnel from my palms. Blood oozes. Fingers quiver.
I hear it, the blood rushing, like waves against a mighty wall. Crashing. I look around. I hear nothing else.
The grass, cold against my cheek, dew clinging to lashes and lips. Beneath the stars it is warm. Without the sun to stare I can breathe without fear. A hollow orb of nothing-ness. Empty. Parched.
Little droplets. So red it hurts. They slide unhindered down my fingertips, satin against my skin.
I wonder. Voice soft against the oppression of weariness and misgiving.
“This is it?”
I hear it, the blood rushing, like waves against a mighty wall. Crashing. I look around. I hear nothing else.
The grass, cold against my cheek, dew clinging to lashes and lips. Beneath the stars it is warm. Without the sun to stare I can breathe without fear. A hollow orb of nothing-ness. Empty. Parched.
Little droplets. So red it hurts. They slide unhindered down my fingertips, satin against my skin.
I wonder. Voice soft against the oppression of weariness and misgiving.
“This is it?”
xx
I'm having a not so good day.
I needed to write.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Procrastination...?
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Bamboo Tablet!
I've wanted one for a while, and asked around, and bought it as soon as I could. It's really great, so easy to use and the more I draw with it, the more I'm in love with it :)
Unfortunately, I haven't gotten any writing done this holidays :B I should probably take a break, but its so addictive!
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