Reason: EMRC paper / School, tests... / The things Arche, Kaoru, Luísa and Nessi said ^-^ Kaoru's b-day / New drawing, coloured! =D
Sorry for no avatar today ^^ The post won't be long either since I have to get off. I just wanted to post two links and for those who visit them, I beg you to comment even if it is something completely crappy like "It's nice". I just want to know if you read/saw it or not and if you like it ^^;
So here are the links!
B l u e <-- A coloured drawing after years of not colouring for fun =D
The Prologue to my story ^^
And now I leave you guys with a little poem I just wrote, the poem that gave this post its title!
.:: A Quiet Resting Place ::.
For a split
second I couldn't feel
A single
drop of blood in me
Was it a
dream, was it real?
Was it a
premonition?
A shower of
light came through the door
And I
couldn't understand anymore
Until you
took me by the hand
And helped
me find the holy land.
So many
times I tripped on myself
So many
times I could not correct my mistakes
And even if
I try and try again
It's not
like anyone will understand…
Although I
talk so much and so fast
There's
really nothing to say to anyone
And so I
try to back down and out
But I'm
looked at from the corner of the eye.
The map's
there inside my head
Though the
bravery's tucked in a little box
That
refuses to open with the only key I own
Now how
will I ever find my home?
But one day
you take me by the hand
Saying
you'll show me the holy land
And then
I'm here and also there
A quiet
resting place for the tired to stare
At the
blooming lilies and daffodils.
So I sit
and try to forget about all
That
troubles me, outside my little world
Because now
I'm sitting inside a bubble
Knowing
outside I'll only struggle.
So why
shouldn't it be the answer
To just
take your hand
Reach the
holy land
Sit on the
grass and watch the flowers bloom
At this
quiet resting place of mine?
Because
snow never falls here.
Rain never
falls here.
Spring is
ethereal, autumn is fearful
And you
struggle to keep up with
Not being
as perfect.
So I find
myself running once more
Talking too
much and too fast
Not having
to worry about not being perfect
Not caring
if I'm looked at from the corner of the eye
Because
after all, it was my quiet resting place
And no one
needs to know.