Saturday, October 8, 2011

Three.

Sometimes I find it hard to breathe. That the very air the is meant to give life is truly poison. I've been at a loss for words lately, however, my hands crave to create. So I let them.

I truly love the sound that the pencil makes as it scratches across the paper. It is the sound of creation; of creativity. It is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

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