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I don’t know why I didn’t post them earlier though huhu
Well now it’s done

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Old sketches
I don’t know why I didn’t post them earlier though huhu
Well now it’s done
hello i am alive
My piece for can jam, it was fun #art #graffiti #spraypaint #piece #enlo @matias_rock
there comes a time in every man, in which they realize that Independence is a necessity, in the fact that it's a necessity already makes you dependent on being independent. There comes a time in every ones lives in which they realize that you have to be alone, not necessarily in a physical world, but in an internal world. You have to have a sort of independence; You can dream about being together with a person and completely never being alone, but that's only a fairy tale, remember that fairy's aren't real, that's for a reason. The word independent used to scare me, not because i was afraid of being alone(sometimes i was/am) but mostly because I thought that we were meant to completely know that we weren't ever alone, but the longer i live, the longer that fear becomes a reality, and the more it becomes less scary,which is scary. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying these things as facts, because I myself don't know that solitude is always true, maybe i've always been accompanied, but I've always had a second thought about it being true, but that's a different issue to discuss. sometimes, the more you realize, the truer that separation becomes a reality, and you just think you live, learn,love and die. some don't ever love, i'm just glad i did.
A poem for you
Sooooo much love i couldn’t rewind, the love i feel, the love that is me for once happy. An eternal addiction, that i for once feel joy For. A forever that i was afraid to mention before,a forever that i want now and till I’m dead.only you, the charm in my heartbeat, the touch within my dismembered soul that became whole. Words are only an interpretation of the intense feeling we share that only us will forever know. Grabed my dying soul, i now understand, to end myself would only destroy you as well. Strange but true, i love you more than myself, so just to keep you alive baby I’ll stay. An angel grabbed me as i gasped for one last breath, an angels voice helped me breathe many times after, An angels kiss i accustomed to, a demon held by angel and the love truly came through.this angel will forever be known as you.
some cool site where i bought a piece of reaallllyy interesting art. take a look!