Some Mel art I drew months ago before the pilot released than coloured her sketch art

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Some Mel art I drew months ago before the pilot released than coloured her sketch art

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I am Me
I am a contradicting, careless traveler
I wonder if I could ever relate to all living things
I hear tumbles and rumbles that makes me act on impulse
I see colours blending, shaping my world
I want to share my view of universe with my hands
Letting them see the diversity it has
I am a contradicting, careless traveller
I pretend to be predictable but in truth
I want to feel unpredictable
I touch my consciousness and see my deeper self
Worrying if my words are permanent or fake
I cry my confusion and regrets away to see my present reality
I am a contradicting, careless traveller
I understand that everything is connected
I say the world’s end is the beginning of life
I dream flickering images of my future
I try to see it all
And hope to grow
I am a contradicting, careless traveller
i can't be sad forever
Suzumiya Haruhi ❤ - Favourite Female Characters

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I'm convinced, love isn't for me. I'm planting a seed to learn to love again as I watch it grow.
Melachony mind
And so it is Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time And so it is The shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her skies
- The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice (link to youtube video)
He sings so mournfully and it is a very sad song. Not just for the lost love, but the last bit:
I can't take my mind... My mind...my mind... 'Til I find somebody new
So I'm imagining a man who falls in love with someone else and feels that same desperate longing for her, like he felt for the other one. The one without a hero in her sky. And I imagine a woman who is her own hero with the whole sky to fly in. And maybe that sky is stormy, with the world rumbling and flashing cracks through her life. Maybe the sky is full of soft places to recline in and watch the world because it is so beautifully lit with soft golden light and you have just got to watch. Maybe the world is dark with pinpricks of light and that's beautiful too. The comfort of the night. Maybe's it's full of hail, drumming into your skin. Chilling you to the core and all you want is some shelter but you can't have it because you're in the sky and that's so fucking exhausting, to have the world throwing painful things at you. Maybe there's clear skies beyond the edge of the harsh clouds, maybe there isn't. I don't know, I certainly can't define a person's sky for them. See, meteorologists struggle to predict the weather ... I certainly can't accurately describe a metaphor for anyone's life. Probably not even mine own since it's so entangled in other lives. Like so many weather systems feeding each other, cancelling each other, enabling each other that creates a experience. A whole life.