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In a world so beautiful,

Without you it would be so beautiful,

Without me it would be so beautiful,

Isn’t the world beautiful?

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I feel nothing but confusion in this life

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When I say I want you, I mean that I want your mind, I want your body, I want your soul, I want your everything

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Maybe one day, we can be together again.

Maybe one day, the pain will go away.

Maybe one day, the world will cease to spin.

Maybe one day, life will stop.

Maybe one day, we can be together in the end.

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“If you can’t do anything about it then let it go. Don’t be a prisoner to things you can’t change.”

— Tony Gaskins

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Idog and Idragon

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Some American traditional art I did recently, do I make this into a tattoo design?

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My first attempt to get out of my artistic comfort zone :)

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The Man With No Face

The unnervingly hot afternoon dragged along slowly. It seemed as if there was no end to the day that lay before him. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence though, because alas, most days had been doing so. The same people came and went, the same weather relentlessly blasted the land, the same sights and sounds and smells remained.

But through all this monotony, there was a man who strayed away from the norm. Sucked into the cycle of daily life, he roamed aimlessly like his fellow humans. Except there was something different about this man. Externally, he seemed completely normal, a slender and pale figure, slightly above normal height, long and dark hair. The one discrepancy in his appearance was the fact that he had no face to show. Although he was not always like this. He was in fact born with a face, a very handsome one, to be exact, yet over time his striking features slowly faded away. Despite his lack of features, he seemed to fit in with the general population of those around him. Nobody noticed him and nobody recognized him. Not even his own family. They knew he was a fellow human, so they let him fit in, but without a face, how would anyone be recognized?

He lived alone, away from any life form, ousted from society and emotionally vacant from others. Though he physically lived in a place away from society, he also resided an unimaginable distance away from any person he knew in his mind. He liked to escape to this place when he knew his home was not enough. It was his happy place. His world. And in this world that he had created through his mind and his artistic eye, he would run away to try and keep himself sane. Here, in his world, he could live in a perfect society. A society where people were caring, a society where people looked after one another and, most importantly, a society where he had a face. A face for someone to recognize. With the constant annoyance of human sheep and zero recognition from others, it’s no wonder he would want to escape. He was by no means normal, yet he was still human and still just like those around him. At least, that’s how it seemed to others.

Despite his mind allowing the man to run from reality, it also served as a metaphorical black hole. His mind was truly a beautiful thing. A very powerful machine that was constantly running and powering himself and allowing him to clutch onto whatever sanity he had left. But if he was in for too long, his world would begin to collapse. Walls would come crashing down, people would disappear, those who he tricked himself into caring for would run away, all in a heartbeat. His face would disappear again and soon he’d be stuck in the abyss. The abyss erected from his own mind battling itself. Despite the light it shone on his life, he had come to realize that the same thing could also be his demise. He didn’t know, but if he fully accepted the taunts and calls from the abyss, he’d soon be nothing more than a shell of a man. A shell of a man with no face.