

Sorrow of the WriterThe writer writes. The artist draws.Sorrow of the Writer
The writer reads. The artist watches.
The writer depends on words. The artist depends on shapes.
The writer uses letters. The artist uses color.
I feel so much sorrow, my lack of artistic talents reflect upon my own life. I wish I could express my thoughts and feelings into pictures.. into shapes and color. But I cannot, I'm only a writer. I'm a shapeshifter of words. I'm an expression of letters. I'm a shadow behind the page.
The artist hogs the spotlight, takes away the observants.  
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"It's an illusion. No spell can reshape the side of a mountain like that. I disbelieve and walk off the 500' cliff."
It's all true. The boogeyman is real, and you found him. -Otis B. Driftwood, R.I.P.
Deviant of My Heart: ~Apollo-Deathblade
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Time is a gift...
..Break the distortions...
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The person who says it cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it.
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Cubre la memoria de tu cara con la máscara de la que serás y asusta a la niña que fuiste.
-A. Pizarnik
Mi cuenta de Imágenes ~PoorLGirl
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