“Here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out” — Janet Fitch (White Oleander)
I finished the drawing last night. I cannot describe the feeling. The whole time i had this drawing attached to a wooden board standing on my table,always staring at me,reminding me that this amazing person does not exsist anymore. I felt strange,like he was staring at me with angry eyes the whole time. I know i sound insane,but what can i say that’s how felt. it makes you wonder though,what would you do if you actually knew him personally. I didnt,and i cried and mourned for him. My world stopped and my heart sank deep into my guts. People die everyday and we don’t know,and we don’t care.
Time heals they say,i think it means that people just forget.
