Autumn Leaves
There comes a point, when you write so much some lines feel repetitive and your favorite words begin to lose their meaning. There comes a point, when you draw so much you begin to tire down the flames burdened by drafts drenched in ink. There comes a point, when you work so much the sky could be red and you wouldn’t know, so its important, every now and then, to lie down, open your heart to just you and the sky, and let the breeze to clear your cluttered soul, rekindled.
-Somako
Artist: Karadavre (Tumblr) Artwork: Summer Time Record (DVart)
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Even if someone was ‘bad’ at art every day of their life, even if someone never figured out to sing pleasingly, they should still be encouraged to do so because it is good for THEM.
