Hello everyone! It has been some time since my previous post. The days had been quite silent recently despite the variety of things that needed to be done. I used to be so focused on being busy, on ticking off one item from my long check list after another, and even cultured a lifestyle of 'busy' even on the weekends. A kind of...
Hide behind the bushes, I thought. But she wanted to have a look at the strange ones. Her eyes widened and a soft smile danced upon her lips as she observed the peculiars with a strong curiosity that I was sure, if curiosity had a scent, it would have lingered in the air like a thick veil of fog hanging above the marshes...
p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'} One slip of the tongue was all it took words came tumbling down and turned into a memory of you and me one that you would never forget and one that i would never forgive. barely catching the remnants of the words with my fingers, they stained both you and I. i stared...
The spiders scamper, hover, and spin endlessly until the gold becomes the finest silk. It is rather ticklish how their sharp pointy legs prick on my skin as they go about their work. Nothing to complain for I always have the highest quality garments embroidered with spider silk. How fine, how beautiful! There's not much to compare against these golden threads. Smooth, velvety,...
Red blooms that bleed vividly into the light of both sun and moon, eyes warm as the summer fields -- all that she is reminds me of my own heart and also of my own mind. Either at conflict or at ease with the other, oh how shall I pick which one to listen to? I am so much in love with dry...
Spring has always wanted to linger a little bit longer, though summer is always too keen to take his adventurous strides. And now autumn is already hanging by the leaves and winter waits ever so patiently in the wind -- my how time flies! There is a medium that had taken my heart with so much enthusiasm. Dry Pastel. In my high school...
Busy as a bee, not that I'm complaining. There has been much going on and I have been going back and forth between writing and illustrating so much recently that the strain in my back has been all but forgotten though it reminds me of its presence every now and then. A tedious schedule surely, but, one that I find myself supremely devoted...
They call her by her name but such a thing could remain a secret from us and so we only know her by her title and she is called The Keeper of the Cranes. The majestic birds entrust their lives only to her hands, she whose intentions are pure, she whose love for them is as untainted as the world reflected in their...
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Upon the Night Sky, The Brightest Blue of Them All Shone Ever-so Vividly
'They twinkle day and night,they burn without end,yet the brightest of them allis the one who lingers eternally in the celestial sky.The blue of her robes shone fiercely as the bluest of the stars,gigantic flames of lapis lazuli swirl about her as she traverses the sky,forever wandering in the dark expanse of the universe,hoping that one day she could find a place to...
I have always been in love with the Victorian era. I love all the details of their homes: cozy houses filled with little bits and bobs that add warmth to a wallpaper-clad abode. Of course, I couldn't forget the beautiful wardrobe that adorn every person and the little intricate things they carried along with them. And I add to the list not just...
The scent of wood drifted in the cold air, red and orange fluttering against my eyes as curiosity overflowed in my ever restless heart. Standing there amidst stretches of fields, mountains and seas, I found myself taking photos of those moments in my mind, freezing them in my memory. The vibrant sky seemed to always hover with an air of expectancy -- there's...
