" You Can't Say Whether The Time Coming Will Be Good For You Or Bad, But You'll Always Know That It Will

It's true, isn't it? Like on one side these memories are there, which we want to forget because of the pain they cause while remembering them. But on the other side they were created with the people who meant the whole world to us.

Even if they give us immense grief and refresh the old and untreated wounds, just because of that little bit of satisfaction of being able to have lived them, makes us hold on to them forever.

In the end, SATISFACTION succeeds PAIN.

I started Puppet History recently, so have a drawing of The Professor despite the fandom probably being dead

The sky starts turning dark

The shadow got long and hard.

A street light on the road having a pleasant walk alone.

Some voices can be heard

Some crackers can be seen,

Glorifying the dusk.

The sound of maracas

Spreading enthusion in a lonely Zone

I can see souls dancing

Grieving out of pain with a smiling face

Standing there, as if time stops

Watching the celebration of a new begining .

Of many lives coming out of an individual

Is this what, I am seeing is practical,

Or it is just an delusion which complete my incomplete part.

The magic in the air felt to be true.

It was spreading along me .

My mind becomes still.

Collecting my disperse part with guilt, and

recognizing what is mine which can give me a ray to shine.

In this lonely place

I can find people like me

We came here to find ourselve

Going back with a rebirth of life.

Let me sleep

Not mine.

I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~

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When "Me" meets "Myself"

After a long day of hard work/study, when you return to a place where you are all alone. You remember that some "Me" was all this time, waiting to see you home. You are sorry, for how you left the most important person to you,"Me" all alone. You get fresh and knock on the door which opens your way, just to yourself. It not even takes a second, that the door opens, and it's none other than "Me" standing. Tears fall, when you apologise for how you both left each other alone for so long. You realise that there was some "Me" waiting for "Myself" all this time.They both touch each other, too happy to see each other and combine, because they were always destined to be one. You then do what you like, whether it's gazing at the stars all night, or it's painting that something you like.

It's just like some "Magic" happens when they both meet. And I am really lucky to realise before it's too late, that "Myself" can never live without "Me".

It's more of a blessing to realise that the most important person to you will always be "you" before it's too late, because then you'd be ashamed for how you ignored each other for so long.