It wished for rain.I guess tumblr might not be the best fit for what I am trying to do, so I will post my work here, until I find a more permanent home. (I think it would be better if it was not stuck on the Japanese page -_-)
Some say all the magic has left from the world. But I see everyday as magical. Every day is a chance for something exciting to happen. I refuse to see any day as ordinary. I want to capture the days, the mundane and wonderful, the sorrowful and peaceful. All of them together make up this beautiful existence we call life. I call it the "Book of Days".
This is today.
Some say all the magic has left from the world. But I see everyday as magical. Every day is a chance for something exciting to happen. I refuse to see any day as ordinary. I want to capture the days, the mundane and wonderful, the sorrowful and peaceful. All of them together make up this beautiful existence we call life. I call it the "Book of Days".
This is today.
This song explains today. It was calm, almost lazy. It was very unassuming, but not sad. It had its own energy, but did not feel the need to exude it. It was happy with a tinge of sadness. This was today.
This also was today. I wrote the words right after taking the picture, as with the picture at the beginning of the page. That is my number one rule with the book of days. I must write in the moment, otherwise the energy is lost. What I write does not have to explain the day or even make sense. It can be one word or a whole story. It is meant to convey a moment in time, a feeling of a day. I write it and I leave it. I don't change it in any way. It is what the day wanted to tell me, and I in turn, to tell you.
When I wanted to see you that one day, where were you? I called and called and called until my throat was dry and my lips would no longer move. Why did you leave me?
The sky was so bright that day, but now it seems to be perpetual rain, and the shadows bury their dead alone. There is no light anymore, only color.
Only lies.
Only chaos.
Tell me, "it will be okay."
I told you, never come back.
The wind, it is so still now. It never blows anymore.
I'm suffocating.
Goodbye October 17th, 2011. I'll say hello to tomorrow for you.
The sky was so bright that day, but now it seems to be perpetual rain, and the shadows bury their dead alone. There is no light anymore, only color.
Only lies.
Only chaos.
Tell me, "it will be okay."
I told you, never come back.
The wind, it is so still now. It never blows anymore.
I'm suffocating.
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