I m blah blah

But the question I would ask -

The skill to design ingredients witht he dish(the plot) by side is what it ask you in every next word you are going to put into the sheet.

Woalah! You maybe frustrated, but you love that thing in your kitchen.

What If I tried to taste that body?

Sometimes I feel, I could hold that body with the nails scratching those slim body of him. It was almost a T shape body, with lines telling me why it was marked.

I still wanted to get back to my figure and discipline.

But I guess, for now I can still keep it on hold for now because of my primary work like writing and designing.

Uff those days. 🤌

Human proportion is what I learnt the first which helped me in my live sketches in the first place.

"How do you tell a story about something you say you know nothing about?

You'll need to be more specific.

Love.

Yeah, well, when you grow up without something, you spend a lot of time thinking about it."

There is a lot of quotes and statements which keeps me alive, think once for the miserable life I have sometimes.

But I always dream to atleast kiss you once.

Nailing down friendshop on wall, and plucking out of it, keeping the scar highlighting the broken trust.

Yes, thats what you do. You don't break people or friendship, you break trust.

You blame them, because you want to be right and alive in the pages of others too.

Oh god, this selfishness will kill you one day and you will regret that in the first place of when you loose your friends and ypu will crave for friendship.

I hope I don't want you die, I want ypu to feel the broken. You feel what you destroyed this far.

Happy regret to you!

The broken heart, the broken human, You.

I wanted to write, but I called you. I tried to speak, but I was silent there. You asked me about my time and food, and I replied with my bed stories. I remember how I started loving you but failed to convey it to you. I want your kisses, but I can't see more of you. Let me hold you once again, and see you.

I believe I am going to call you this time and talk about what I want. I want you to listen to my words, but I want you to feel my heartbeat. Hi there, hello! I am your boy calling you to listen to me now. "I am coming to see you."

Woods!

And, I crave for heat.

It's cold my brother. What you really want is heat.

(He laughed at me)

For heat, you require wood, specifically DRY wood and fire, you little brother.

I was staring at him with my big eyes, wpndering he knows the world.

He went and came back with wood, and working hard on for lighting fire.

I was wondering, "why am I not not big enough to help him.?"