I still want
To walk into a crowded room and find a face that feels like home.
I still believe
After all the scars and burns
To find a touch which heals them
Not just to the surface but deep within.
I still hope
To find a song that describes my soul
As if it was written for me.
I still think
There's a beam waiting for me to follow
And take me to a place I belong.
I still look
At the sky every night and look for the answers to the questions in my head.
I still write
To pour my heart out to find the perfect words
That expresses how I really feel.
I still wonder
If there's anything I'd ever look at and find my eyes shining with joy.
I still enjoy
The void the numbness and how the world seems to stop as if it's just me and nothing but everything around me.
I still hear
The silence and it still surprises me how comforting it can be.
I still see
The beautiful world and the people and their perfect smiles and sorrows they've been hiding behind it.
I still feel
So much for everything and everyone but always find myself ineffable.
I still love
Every little thing surrounding me the sky the moon the water the trees and the air.
The feeling of being everything and still nothing the feeling to love and be loved.

Beautiful lines by ~ infrequentworks (sanskruti)

1/1 , made in zbrush,photoshop

Artwork By Het Patel