I went through my profile and made everything a tad less sixteen-year-old. I knew I had been away from devART too long when I struggled to find the Edit Profile button.


DespairThe evening Calvin decides to leave his life behind is unusually cold. Luckily for him, his body is protected from the environmental dangers of the outside world with the warmth of his blanket and the heat emanating from his sleeping wife. He wakes automatically as if his body senses the upcoming flight and takes a cursory look at his surroundings to assure himself that, yes, everything is how it should be. I watch him as he calmly gets out of bed, careful not to wake his wife.Despair
The evening Calvin decides to leave his life behind, he does not wear a coat. In fact, he does not wear much more than sneakers and red flannel paja


colour me beautifulMemories are the only thing that paint the moonless sky tonight, for this time is ours. Finally we have settled in to collect the pieces of our broken hearts and sew them on to the nights velvet canvas. A patch work of red hues soon lighting our lonely minds, turning our shattered thoughts into stars so numerous that not even the most brilliant light could make them fade.colour me beautiful
The darkness has become one with us now, wrapping its breezes around us like the forboding wings of a raven. Soft and subtle, but still sharp enough to remind us that we are still breathing.
So colour me beautiful, colour me forgotten, finish attach
Still need to do that cardboard cutout damit... *jaunty scarf*
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both." - Benjamin Franklin
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