Shy Scarlet and Spinning Tornado Clouds
Hi Scarlet, hi
How is your feathers today?
Can I brush them?
Will you let me?
Come on, why so bashful?
Fly Scarlet, fly
Hop from the tops
Roam your great unknowns
I want to watch you smile
Embrace that feeling of freedom yourself
Cry Scarlet, cry
Bring those tears of joy to life
Break the barriers hiding your strength
Bore away the burdens untying you
Beyond there I am warmed by your glow
Sigh Scarlet, sigh
These days can last so long
So long that time grates us both like herbs
Inspiring the remains, if you so choose
Or you can give in to the cracks…
Why Scarlet, why?
The moon says wait even as the comets come by
You see them? Deary, why do you think you’re shy?
It is dreary, sometimes that jeer calls loudly, and I sigh
So I say, poke at the stars, duet with them and what makes you fly
Tie Scarlet, tie
I refuse to just watch you die,
I refuse to always have your side
I refuse to let you by, but don’t break up and cry
I refuse to leave you anyway, even as you bide
Strive Scarlet, strive!
You can do what you wish
With the means you can survive
With these seams you’ll make time
Even if you’re shy, even without trust, believe and soar high!
Bye Scarlet, bye
Let me know how it went…
You’ll be back before you know it…
Just imagine your guides…
Even with no one at your side, see with your own eyes
Spinning Tornado Clouds
“Let’s not porch endlessly on just epitaphs, we will wander with wrecking walls, we will willingly!”
You know, this one almost didn’t even get a title for a name, but then I heard a thunderclap. I did play around with the idea for a while- the drawing, the colors, the look- and I thought: what if I tried putting some of those scribbles to use? Due to my lifestyle and current events, some of my words are edited to where I might not make sense at times, so even with a quick sketch representing the final work…
This is a reminder that people start somewhere. Some know I started with my name somewhere else, you might know me from here. I know I’m more than a face and as long as I’m having fun making things for me or for people to explore, it opens a brand new chapter in life.
So, what’s my point this time?
Don’t get shook by little bits of harsh noise and social weather. Salience from folks and friends can be alarming, but silence from them at times can become just as torturous. Make your bits and pieces, then come back on it all as a sturdy collaboration. Because for some, the world comes after you. And at times it will come after you nonstop. In a stormy scene like this, you can let that be a habit or you can make that an advantage.
So smile, have fun with what you got.