Apr 18, 2009 02:46
Sometimes you look, but you don't really see.
They're all over my sketchbook. It happens the most when I'm not thinking of anything, I just have the pencil or whatever in my fingers and my hand moves and there they are. Over and over.
Now I'm dreaming about them too. I don't know who they are. I keep feeling like I can just see them out of the corner of my eye, or there's the echo of a sound that might be their laughter.
They want something from me. What do they want from me?
Little girls.
I'm not crazy, dammit. I'm not crazy.
gone mental,
the twin sisters,
art