Brain Food, Chit-chat

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I missed you Mrs/Sir who is reading thedarkpixxel. I went through almost two month block, couldn’t write, draw, no inspiration. I literally died (tho my heart is pretty pumping up things over there).

I’m working on a new drawing, hopefully it will be ready until 31st March and I have a dozen of story ideas in my mind … See, lately, all I want is to pleasure my mind, giving it all sort of foods. Some of them are poisoning, others are simply deceiving it. Guess you’re all doing it, right ? Especially on the night time. Oh pretty night when all sort of images and words encounter your brain leaving you sleepless. I could sit here ∞ in front of the laptop thinking of the title of this post which is currently right blank (and I might leave it like that because the last great adventure is you *smiles* )

Meanwhile, please visit my friend’s blog, she’s a great storyteller and awesome photographer !

(Plus, visit the new page about petit *random questions* !! )

See you next time !


Song of the day : Cold War Kids – Hang me up to dry

petit ☮

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Artwork, Brain Food, Dear diary, digital art

#10

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Warning. Full fiction content.

She dragged me into those deep waters. With her iron claw she fetched his arm, drawing him closer to the road. I was unable to move, silenced to death maybe, maybe I was the one who wanted to be silenced. I saw him struggling, trying to help himself out. Her face and her body were transforming into something monstrous. She will kill the gods.

Within a second she smashed his arm posing as a Goddess. She was growling from the depth of her released soul, imposing, showing her fearless side, her darkest side but yet beautiful. He was unable to do anything, under her pressure he was a worthless dead man. I was struggling to get out and beg her to leave him be, to let his precious soul alive but I was bonded with the straps of her soul. She left me in this corner, in this coldness, she nearly forgot about my pitiful soul, left me alone. Why would I want to watch you ? Why would I want you ? I’m nothing but a leftover.

She never approached me, she only wanted his soul and I was only the bait. The lure she used to get to him. I was her precious object until now when I became the useless scrap you throw out, the dirt you seem to hate. They asked me once : “Are you hurt ? Do you feel pain ?”, I answered them that I forgot how pain really used to feel.

I got soaked into its abyss hanging there forever. Trapped in an imaginary lonely world which would never end. She keeps me inside, releasing me when there’s no more darkness. I’m just her pretty mask. But he penetrated that dark membrane dragging me out of it. He saved me. He could left me there in the cold.

Still, I want to kill him.


Song of the day :

petit ☮


Check out the previous diary entry, #9

Brain Food, Dear diary

#9

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I’m a monster with a pretty face. You will go away too like the others did. I know it. You will get infected, become broken and suffer in misery. You will want to run away and never return again. My claws will smash your little heart into pieces, but when I will realize the damage done, it will be too late. You’ll be drowning in those deep muds screaming for help. I will be possessed by the dark mask, blinded and binded to its fate.

As I lay in my bed, light up a cigarette and watch a cloud passing by. Everything is still, static, passive. I desire to touch, my curiosity reaches my limits, can’t control it. I can’t see the sun, I don’t need it.

I close my eyes while collapsing on my pillows and ending watching the ceiling. That blank ceiling, a painful image for my soul yet depressing. I’m waiting for something to happen. I desire to talk, but how could possible someone talk to me ? There is nothing left of me to talk with. I’m empty as that coke bottle you just drank. Emptier than my crushed cigarette. Don’t try to save me, I don’t want and not in the need of being saved. I’m nothing but another creep, wandering around, searching for another lost soul.

I’m a monster. Breathing underwater like a newborn, singing you a lullaby poisoning your grotesque soul.


Song of the day : Sleepy Sun – New Age

Petit ☮


 

Check out the previous diary entry, #8