They lived a thousand lives, they shed tears unnumbered and not a single smile blossomed upon their faces.
She was an enigma. He was a painter. And is.
She remembered. He did not. And he does.
She built and designed and crafted a whole world– worlds from the ages they spent long ago. He recognized and praised and stayed silent.
For what is the use of bringing back the past she only know as mere fantasies?
Too many times he had seen her gone, lost, perished, taken from him so forcefully he could see their worlds crumbling apart and fused together into an agony that lasted stretched remained until the universe collapsed upon itself and
"Pulanglah."
Suara itu bergetar lirih, nyaris tak terdengar di antara keriuhan belantara yang melatari pertemuan mereka. Si empunya suara tak repot menolehkan kepala, pertanda bahwa kehadirannya tiada diharapkan. Tapi ini rumahku juga, ingin lidahnya berujar. Dari titik ini sampai jauh melampaui Banda, mendekati tempat matahari beranjak memanjat langit setiap hari. Mengumpulkan keberanian untuk mengutarakannya terbukti sulit. Ia tak ingin menyinggung entitas yang lebih tua dan berpengalaman darinya itu. Maka ia pun tetap membisu.
"Jangan datang lagi," orang itu melanjutkan, rencong yang ia asah berkilau di bawah seberkas cahaya matahari yan
Red and black. Rock and dust. Laid bare under the Sun for centuries unnumbered. Waters above shied away from the intense heat long ago. It flowed freely inside the Crust, only showed up wherever it wants to, carving paths down from the mountains to the valleys and to the edges of the Earth. Animals roamed freely far and wide. Each of them knew where to find water and food, thanks to him.
He was the land, manifested in flesh and blood. Unlike the animals, the light of the Sun didn't burn him. It strengthened him, it gave him life. He knew where the great barren red ended in many waves of blue. He knew the oldest dust and the first drop of wat
Old Madara had a farm e-i-e-i-o
And on that farm he had a Pein e-i-e-i-o
With a tsunami here
And a hurricane there
Here a curse, there a storm
Everywhere a cursing storm
Old Madara had a farm e-i-e-i-o
And on that farm he had Sasori e-i-e-i-o
With a mean puppet here
And an art squabble there
Here a puppet , there a quarrel
Everywhere a bickering puppet
Old Madara had a farm e-i-e-i-o
And on that farm he had Deidara e-i-e-i-o
With an art is here
And a clay bomb there
Here a boom , there a whap
Everywhere a boom-whap
Old Madara had a farm e-i-e-i-o
And on that farm he had a Hidan e-i-e-i-o
With a loud curse he
hi i am derp on the internet, i do more writing than drawing hence why this account is pretty bare since 2008. further contacts can be made through aforementioned accounts.
Favourite Books
Harry Potter, Lord of The Rings, Hobbit, Silmarillion, ASOIAF, etc
Favourite Writers
JKRowling, JRRTolkien, GRRM, etc
Other Interests
playing literate RP games, reading novel/comics, writing fanfic/novel, drawing