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Thursday, 9 February 2012
Malinka had collected precisely ten thousand broken dreams, each time believing that this dream could survive. Every broken promise she placed inside a locket and dwell't upon each with maudlin regret, regret that each dream had never come true and never would, still Malikna continued to collect every lie she had been fed, she placed every miss trust deep within her cabinet of broken dreams and filed every horrid word that had ever been said to her. The feelings of loneliness had a huge box of their own on the top shelf and the broken hearts had taken up two entire shelves. She knew she should clear away all of these feelings and not squash them up inside, but as long as she had them, she felt safe from the outside.