Starting with a blank slate.
Shadows start to tremble your poor soul as you slowly gasped a little air…That is a little perseverance that was never exhibited so long before…How come you drew it now…? It is very inevitable that someone like you can obstruct my silence for a very long time…This time I watched the waves as they roll the seashore accompanied by the gentle blow of the whistling wind…. I see a small ray of light…what is this all about..I don’t know either?? It was you I’m talking about..Are you listening to me? or just imagining that I am not visible to your eyes…Maybe I lost something when I tried to write this up…All these times I only cared for one thing, and It felt so sure that heaven and earth are within the reach of my hands, but it was pure illusion..I see a galaxy that is full of stones and all you see is the color black and the “BIG EMPTY SPACE”
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