DrawingI drew a smile,And put it on my face,And faced the world,Standing ever so tall.I drew a frown,And threw it away,And hoped the world,Wouldn't seek it at all.I drew a laugh,And freed it to the world,Seeing if all the colors,Wouldn't fade to gray.I drew some tears,Kept them in my pocket,And from the light of day,I hid them forever.I drew myself,And hated the result,So I crumbled the drawing,And let it rot away.Drawing
Winds Of The PastThere are some things that happen in life you just don’t have any control over: failure, success, who you fall in love with… When you are young, you have these big ambitions and dreams, and when you’re older you love to recall the days you were naïve and innocent.Winds Of The Past
I must admit that I was slightly nervous about meeting you after all these years. After all those unreturned calls and letters you sent me, all those moments you probably needed me and I failed to be there for you. I’m probably not your favorite person in the world right now. Yet as you enter this noisy, small dinner, the only place that came to
Abandoned HouseI walk through a long road, almost never ending, looking at the houses on either side of the road. Many people live in the houses: familiar faces or strangers, friends or enemies – all confined in ones space, being social or solitary. None of them calls my attention: not the houses painted in bright lively colours, and not the front porches, which are extremely decorated, that surround them. Well none, with the exception of the last one of the road, the one which was isolated from the rest – the only abandoned house.Abandoned House
I stop before this structure with walls, probably white ages before, but with time and the lack of preoc
Shattered RoomClick.Shattered Room
The lights are suddenly stolen from my vision. My eyes squint getting used to the darkness that has engulfed me as quick as a blink of an eye. My hands reach for the small, square shaped pillow. It wasn’t a manifestation of fear. It was a mere habit, a habit I couldn’t grow out of even as the years passed. I didn’t fear the dark. Why fear it? It actually brought a silent and peaceful ambience along with it, which I truly appreciated when I was sleepy.
Sleepy.
Why wasn’t I feeling sleepy? My mom would always tell me I was incredibly stubborn when it came to sleeping. I’d
Que bom ver-te por aki. (Finalmente alguém que eu conheça!! XP)
Mal posso esperar para ver desenhos/fotos tuas. ^^
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Yeah...I know, people just keep getting freaked out by me. LOL...beware because I'm insane these days!
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