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In a place of voidness, I need colours. Blue, Red, Green.
May the colours tell of a story that will not let me regret.
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Tuesday, May 27, 2008
A piece of paper.
I have a piece of paper, everyone has one. What does yours contain?
Sometimes, I see sun and flowers and marine creatures. Ice-creams and food that I like.
Sometimes, I see clouds, yet not so dark. Rain, yet not so heavy. Thunder, yet not so loud.
Sometimes, there are so much words on it, it can't be put into sentences. Pictures might be forming and disappearing at the same time.
I see a lot of pencil writings. I hardly see any pen ink. Sometimes the pencil writing becomes dark enough for me to notice.
Today, I drew a long line across, using a pencil and then one more back, with a lighter shade. Before the lines were drawn, there was a bird chirping. Yet after the lines separated the paper, there were too many angles, sharp, blunt and some can even be just a line ending of at the finest tip. Circles became apparent before the squares faded. In the end, I have a few stars here and there but none able to remove the attention on the spikes.
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