Cubeninjas1990

There once was a young girl, still in grade school. She didn't really talk much to everyone who knew her, but in her mind, felt as a peg in a world filled with holes. She would often enjoy going to her creative writing courses she took, it allowed her to begin thinking more about a place she visited in her mind. She would often want to draw these thoughts into a physical shape, but never took such mindset outside of simple dreams, as her instructor would ask her to write not draw. While he truly never meant harm in this statement, it would bring her around to crease this physical creation. One day, she was tasked by this teacher to finalize t

As I sat; the confines of my own solitude begin to bring ever closer this darkness. Neither a dangerous nor claustrophobic, but a comforting kind of approaching friend seeking to sit alongside me and discuss the little things of life; this darkness inched ever closer to me in this vacuum of privacy. As if interested in knowing the contents within, I begin to then peek into the void coming toward me. It contained nothing, devoid of anything at all, much as a black hole absorbs everything passing through it, this black manifestation captured everything around it and shallowed it all. I felt no worry; I felt nothing almost like my conscious it

The soft details of the portrait, the mountains, the vistas, the misty backdrop rang out clear in my mind as I fell into the world it’s still images became to me. I turned and twisted with colors that only grew and outstretched themselves to me within my own understanding of this strange enigma, the very follicles of my hair extending to primitively match this spectrum now cast into my thoughts. Without realization, I drug myself into this world and stayed for what could only be described as a mystic sketch created by hands much greater then seen before. However, with all this and the thoughts surrounding me, I realized somethingR