I don't know what I was really feeling when I drew this. its slightly vent I guess, because I remembered my mom today and it started to hit me more than usual cause it's really early in the morning. I thought that may as well write a little story/poem for this picture.
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The girl in pastels was crying by the clouds,
hoping the loneliness would go away,
so that it would not stay.
She cried "I want her back."
"This loneliness will eat me alive"
She did not want anyone to see.
The darkest hour came, and she stayed by the mountain of sadness.
She wanted to escape to her skates, and slide away in her garden of green.
She wished to see the beauty of her mothers roses.
But the mountain grew only thistle and weeds.
With a rumble, the heavens roared.
As the pastels looked up at the sky they saw.
The skies had opened their eyes to her as she was crying her deteriorating tears.
As the sky looked down on the girl they filled with warmth.
In the dead of night, she saw it:
The warmth of her mother's fondness of spring.
The laughter she laughed in the summer.
The kindness as a sweater was made in the autumn.
The worry that was spurred on by winters cold.
The sky stayed by her side until the water flowing from her eyes died down.
When it was the former's time to go, it was silent.
And the girl was left alone once more.
"Is there a cycle to this?" she thought.
"Every time I cry and no one sees you are there for me."
"Yet every time I see your face, I am reminded that you're gone."
"That the infection took you."
"I just want it all to end."
"It always seems that no one cares for me when I know many do."
