c'est la vie

sail your dreams!

the empty song

We were there, singing the empty song for your rotten words. 

nella notte buia

swirling words and pain

sometimes they come and go

and memories, just

a beautiful catastrophe

also posted on illustration friday: "memories"

ecape mechanism no. 2

This is one of my earlier works for this style. It tells about my thoughts of freedom and hopes. I call it 'no.2', yet it's so precious, filled up with my prayers and mourns.

Also posted for illustration friday: "sail".