A little practice, it looks unexpectedly picture-worthy so...
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A little practice, it looks unexpectedly picture-worthy so...
A heavy rain just passed, the sky cleared and the clouds large yet soft. Looking at it makes my heart skips a beat. It's so majestic, it's like the battle is over, triumph is finally ours, it's like everything we did is all worth it.
I believe that's what we will experience when we reached the end of all these! I might not be able to contribute much if not nothing, but I'm with you. The future might seems uncertain to some of us, but the victory will be ours! Justice will be served!
The gentle hands stroking the delicate leaves, the soft lip, near the little plant, whispering encouragement after encouragement, hoping the youngling will thrive.
It will.
The long and slender fingers carefully curling around the stem, lifting the fragile flower up as it did so.
Oh, imagine that same hand softly caressing my face, telling me, without words, how much their owner loves me.
It was as if the colour blue was painted evenly, and lightly, over the wide canvas that spread above the world, going on eternally. The white of the fluffy clouds were in contrast with the blue, the white seemed so pure and unreal and distant that one could easily believe that it was painted on the sky.
Did MBTI test again after more than a year or two, received the same result.
Ever wonder, how to stop yourself from falling in love?
I just don't want to hurt anyone anymore, it's inevitable, but it breaks me too.
I finally understood what Muses are when I saw her. There's no possessive urges towards her, no romantic love for her, but the pen in my hand seems to come alive for her.
Sketches are never before pretty, there are - for the first time - words swarming in my mind wanting to be poured out.
There's just something about her that makes the darkest of my day bright. Makes the world so simple, like there's nothing else but beauty.