I’ve tackled so many art challenges, it’s almost unbelievable it’s barely near the end of January when I finished Magic Moon Week. Magic Moon Week is an art challenge I stumbled upon on Instagram, created by these artists:@barbaratamilin @nancychalmers @claire.prouvost @petrabraunillustration @hannahjayhollowed @weronika.salach (I didn’t actually know that before I joined… and I joined really
Untitled if moments could define us… I would be the tilted sun and she the other me across the sea, the shimmering moon. memories hinder me from forgetting and laughters remind me of how it’s never night here anymore. even with the passing of time her voice still remains whispering beside me and what
NaNoWriMo has been upon us since November 1. Lol. I’m currently writing a story about life, magic, wishes and dreams that we sometimes believe can never come true. The story is about things I’ve experience and seen myself. It’s about love, family, duty and truth. It’s about the dreams we make real and wishes that
The Queen climb, climb out her throat fear hissing, vomit on edge climb, climb bleed out the contents: nightmares, and her dreams climb, climb drip from her eyes: shivers of the spine, regrets of yesterday climb, climb and claw your way, gouge out the unnecessary: memories of today climb, climb hew her heart, turn it
Brown M&Ms We were nothing, but names written in the heavens above. The clouds carry our history publishing memories of us. It starts off In a language we often speak from a far away land that no one knew. Beyond the castle of white and meadow of yellow, You told stories of people we held
Where the shrubs and trees tend to grow In an old greenhouse made of glass and tarps, framed with finely turned steel grew a bush of fruits and bouquets of flowers, where the shrubs and weeds tend to grow. A daisy of white and another yellow, Entwined together amidst a heap of withering leaves and