yellowstream

A young woman named Adalaide loved making art, and practiced Drawing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical Countries, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Paris, and a portrait of Jennifer Lawrence that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby Blackberry for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Drawing to creat

It takes a while to dig through all of life's crap and uncover yourself.

Poetry is drawing in words. Song is poetry put to music. Drawing is music on paper.

1. Or are we upside down? The phosprorescent mushrooms in the dark and mossy sky, Glowing like a thousand tiny fireflies, Lighting the stalactites, That are hanging from the floor, And blocking out the sunlight of an ever-open door. And as the sun went down, And it got dark outside, They all glowed a little brighter, Lighting darkened little lives. So they all spread their wings, And their world tuned upside-down. They had no idea upside down was rightways-round. 2. Ouch A piece of darkened sky came crashing down. Six-legged nothing. 3. I don't know! One life. A thousand feelings. Ten thousand dreams. A hundred thousand pa