My fingers drag across the smooth surface of the bleached white paper, swirling my finger around, making random shapes and curves in my mental picture. With my other hand I hold a dark, thick tipped, black marker, ready to copy the lines that I had drawn in my head, pulling and dragging the tip of the marker across the paper, it’s ink sinking in and displaying a black faded residue on the books beneath it. 1
A small smile tugged at the sides of my mouth as I watched the ink take shape, I loved to draw… it was the only place where I was in control, the only place where I could do what I wanted with out structure and expectations or black suits or leather belts. 2
I never knew what I was drawing; my hand just flew across the paper, letting my mind wonder, dragging thoughts from my imagination onto the piece of parchment. 3
I looked up for a moment, admiring the rest of my art that reigned on its throne… my white washed walls, everywhere there were pictures of everything and nothing at all. My Father said that I could not pollute the walls with art, but after a while he just told me he didn’t care as long as I wasn’t drawing strait on the wall, which I wasn’t, but right now I was not sure I saw his logic, since the black inked paper covered the wall, every corner, even the ceiling, black and white drawings covering everything… but behind them was nothing, my smile faded as reality set in. I could draw all I wanted, but it wouldn’t change anything. I could draw a million worlds and would still wake up in my room, filled with everything and yet nothing sat all. I quickly pushed the thought aside and looked down at my new master piece, just then realizing what I was actually drawing. On the piece of paper were swift lines and curves in the corners and on the sides, but in the middle, with thin, dragging and fainted letters that read…4
“Save me.” 5
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its an obsetion... what can I say.
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Deep, Intuitive
The rich text and descriptions of what you're doing here really brings the reader into your mind with you. I felt like I was there, feeling your need for escape, only to hopelessly realize that whatever hardships you were facing were still there when you stopped drawing. Very emotionally pulling with a beautiful flow.
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Thankee, this one really just came to me... as I was drawing, I realised how much drawing calmed me, but in the end it was the same as everythingg else... a trap.
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wow that is deep...i like that ^-^ i love to draw too, i draw anime but im working on drawing people
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I draw mostly everything, though I like drawing random curves and sways so it looks more alive, more... emotional, I guess.
Damian
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Man...I know exacly what you mean.
well done.
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thanks, aye, this one was definitely an easy one to write, I kind of just knew what to pur down, though FourFreedoms helped, she's helpfull when it comes to such.
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Wow i luv to draw but i never think about it like that Very-Very-Very nicely done
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