and gone are the shades and colours and deep black >_< I hate my photocamera
this is a drawing which is born from a story I wrote, about a ghost girl in the swamps. I created this story and the drawing for I couldn't get rid of a certain mood. When I was a child, there was swamp were I used to come a lot. I knew to avoid all dangerous places and there, gathered by trees and water, I imagined often stories that I was lost in worlds of fairies.... (heh I live to much in the past, I know)
good old time
the swamp is gone.
And you may think it's stupid, but I've cried a lot when I came there and all the trees and plants were gone.
Now, a few years later, I still do know every single path to walk, every tree and flower. But I'm not the little careless kid anymore. I might be the same girl, but I'm actually the ghost of the child who played there in the swamps. I'm not there anymore.
Swamps might be dangerous, but this drawing does not actually represent the swamp from years ago. It shows a different swamp, a swamp that tries to drown you, that tries to take you down to the rotting depths. And though there might not be an escape, the ghostly girl will always run.... run run run and keep trying to find a way to get out of the swamps.
because you know, if you're caught in a world that tries to tear you down, even then it's still you're choice if you let that happen or if you keep fighting anyways.
(and my swamp is growing again
It will never be again the swamp like I have known it, but it's there for other children.)
.... ok..... I'm thinking in a weird way