But life is strange, especially when waiting for something.
It could be the chocolate cake your mum is cooking.
It could be the feedback on a newly submitted deviation.
Or it could be just a person's smile.
But life is strange, especially when waiting for.....
It has been a while since my first memories.
It was the time where I was excited to open my eyes and welcome the
portrayed by my eyes never to be question. Hours days and months of
images, sounds and tastes to reverberate back to us when something
similar comes around.
And we feed on it
We depend on this ability, this memory to bring back the feeling in
us which we never understand or rather, never questioned.
But we want it
It drives us to eat, breathe and blink. Blink blink. Breathe in. Put the
chocolate in your mouth, taste. Look into your lover's eyes. Breathe
out.
Is this you, my reader? One who breathes?
And when they bre
Dear Reader,
At times I thought i was alone. Well actually a lot of times.
People seem so different. All running away from their own selves.
But i then found this site.... 4 years ago. And my life changed forever
:heart: !Sub3r3 (https://www.deviantart.com/sub3r3) :iconpulverulence: :heart:
Panos, you showed me the light when every candle was blown out.
Amy, you've comforted me for years with your tenderness and care.
I'm really glad i have met you here ^_^ together with the rest of the deviants that have interacted with me through the years.
Share the love, and thank your near ones. Because tomorrow may never arrive :)
Mik.