My Masterpiece

Sweet, I finally made a time-lapsed sketch. Enjoy.

Into the Forevers

There is an evil evil land in all our hearts, it only takes a little turmoil and self-pity to get there. Whether you run from it or explore for it eagerly, it shall always be bountiful. Beware it.

Only the coldest of hearts shall embrace it willingly, or those that are so curious they befall it’s treacherous wrath. Beware it.

Only those that are of profound wit or striving grasp can topple the dangers they face. It is without heart and mercy that takes a stab at one’s own soul. Beware it.

 

For best performance, it is recommended you watch it in high-quality.

Now

The time is now, and always will be.

The world is within all, make it spin.

Stepping in Puddles

All around me, upon the green grass, the fresh black soil, the sunset seas, and even the sky above seemed to be clouded. All that existed was a utopia, a world where all was well, and all that was not was hidden from our eyes; swept under the table into the soulless pit below. How one could live in such a world is a question, a question that may not have a very easy answer. More likely is it that one did not live at all, those who succumbed to it’s pleasant smile were dead. They had no heart beat, no thoughts but those that were simple and desirable.

And like a delicate white rose, we the pure, became tainted. For there, all around us the world slept and drank in lies. They were frauds, cowards. Anything at all that was not their own, was a threat to their balance. Such greed is inevitable one might say, yet it was also regrettable. Because we the white rose, spotless and clean, were quickly surrounded by ugly glares. Our beauty was our sin, and they like wretched weeds, were saints. 

In this ‘utopia’ those who were dead would step in puddles, puddles that were cold and damp. However they didn’t actually feel the wet splashes of fallen rain upon their leggings, nor did they even see what they walked on. They’re senses were drowned in their own wants, they walked in chains as they pulled the heavy burdens unseen to all. Those that did see, that could feel, and were alive, were left in the cold. And yet, ironically we white roses were proud of this. We felt the hot sun upon our backs, the chilly water, the crunch of leaves underfoot; all of this was real.

But alas, everywhere we went, every place, every world had a utopia in it. It was not merely isolated to one place, this kingdom of the dead was spread throughout all that existed. Soon more and more puddles appeared, this time, we had created them. And they weren’t cold, they came from our hot wet tears rolling down the corners of our eyes. Mindlessly we stepped through them, crashing through anything in our way. We ran and ran, trying as hard as we could not to stop. If one of us fell, then ‘too bad’ for them. For the fear that followed was greater than any we ever faced.

Through the branches and trees we strode with our heads up, eager for a sign, any sign. Eventually, without a plan those of us that were left searched for the light. The very grace that was forgiving. It’s rays touched us without care for who we were, we did not have to answer questions, for it had none.

As darkness came our hearts grieved for what we had not, hope. Brethren had fallen, sanity had been lost, and the world encircled us like wolves. Worried we were, but not dead. The madness still clang to us like parasites, feeding off our very will. This sickening fright forced us to a door we had long ago forgotten. At first we hesitated, but the more the brightness shined through the windows upon our faces the more accepting we became. Of course we were cautious for a good reason, for this new door, this new venture, could very well be our doom. Whether or not this death was rightful we knew not, we let fate decide.

As we opened the doors, a sudden beauty struck us dumb. The light was brighter than ever, flickering playfully along ponds and meadows. All along this new world we saw nature at it’s best. We were true roses then. Indeed, here and there or anywhere beauty skipped merrily upon the world. No longer was it restrained and made rabid with anger. No longer were we cold. 

The roots of elder trees spread aloft the rich dirt, leaving us stepping stones to walk. Now and forever, we were forgiven. Utopia was gone, and with it the truth came back. We realized the ugly would never leave, they would always be there, watching us. Like devils we knew they would poke us. They’re hurtful words would attack us and grasp us in deceit. 

The world was full of ignorance, but hiding from it did no good. We knew this perfectly well when we gazed up at the blue sky. The graceful leaves swayed gently with the wind, free were they, and free were us. No matter the insults, the demonic evils they spat at us, we would not give in. We would no longer hide away, cower behind sight. No longer would we be oppressed. We would stick it to the man! And like the happy sky above we would be free without worry or fear!

No government, no person, no God can suppress love!

Midnight Gasp

A little too late for Halloween, but what the heck! Here’s a quirky, eerie, insane, and somewhat deranged montage. Please, don’t ask what it’s about, as I don’t know either. xD

Watch in high quality here.