Inkscapes Unveiled: Where Dreams and Jellyfishes Dance
July 7 Entry (2B pencil and 0.5 pen on Paper)
It feels like standing in the middle of a museum, admiring an art that you can only gaze upon.
I wouldn't even dare to reach out my hand and touch you, fearing I might ruin something exquisite, something pure.
For you are like a timeless painting I'd only cherish from afar. A beautiful coral bed I'd never dare to dive into. A breathtaking scenery I only see on magazines.
So here I am, drowning on my own concocted delusion that maybe, just maybe you'd see me the way I see you.
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