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11:11 The lights shone bright, as we looked down on the city. The noise of the cars and traffic were just simply a quiet whisper, as we were so far away from it all. It was beautiful... No noise, no troubles, nothing... Just us, you and me, up here, together.
The shine in your eyes seemed to grow even brighter, being away from all the drama. It drove me crazy. I just wanted to fall in your arms and kiss you. There wouldn't be anything better than that. I looked at my watch. 11:10. Wow, my timing was good. As the second hand moved, time seemed to slow down. 11:11. I made my wish. You made yours.
"What was your wish?", you asked me.
"Can't tell you, or it won't come true..." I whispered. Of course, the fact that it won't come true was just an excuse... How could I tell you that I had wished for you? For us?
"True..." you replied, wistfully. Hmm... I wonder what you were thinking about at that very moment.
That Is Art~That Is Art~
Beauty is in the eye of the beholer
Don't let anyone tell you that you have no talent
Don't give up
Don't compromise your views for praise
One man's trash is another man's treasure
It's about expression, so express yourself
It's about inspiration, so get inspired
It's the simplest things, so keep your eyes open
It's what's right in front of you
It's not about everybody else
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
See what you want to see
They don't know what you were going for
So let them be curious
Art brings man together
It comes from the heart
From what's within
It's about the true essence
No rules, only tools
That is art
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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