It's time for a new direction
It's time for jazz to die
Fourth day of November
We need a purple high
It's a God-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling no
And her daddy has told her to go
But every day continues
on the same because you
Won’t oh won’t be gone although I try
How sad I’ll be but fine with me
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven
I don't sleep, don't feel a thing
And my senses have all but gone
Can't even cry from the pain
can't shed a tear now
I realise we're not the same and it's making me sad
'Cause we can't fulfill our dream in this life
So, I haven't drawn on a tablet in ages so I wanted to get and get some practice sketches in today.
One of the sketches I made today was a character that my friend @Papayaloid came up with some years back
Her name is Nekomi Nekomura and she is an environmentalist extremist.
A deserted island which seems to have mostly sunk
Not found on any globe, not even named
Yesterday the ship we hoped for came close but
It didn't even come to meet us
We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as some surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long, long time ago