This is very beautiful, in a melancholy way. (: ♥

Thanks, Fincayra. And thanks, Serenai.

I don't know how to put what I want to say in words.
But thank you.

Words aren't always necessary, I find. I think our true subject here proves that well. -u-

I'm shy by nature, but curious. I see your art all the time, but I don't know you. I think I wish I did, but I hate to be a bother. Anyway, since art is a reflection of the soul, you must surely be beautiful. Not only in talent, for even the most talentless artist can be beautifully divine, but in the simple essence of it all. I still remember the first thing I saw of yours here. That too had rain.

I ramble. Pay no mind to me if you don't want to. I'm like a tree, always reaching out roots, looking for something. Except I won't feed off of the somethings, but rather the love they willingly give. Ah, I really am rambling.

I hope you're well. Really.

It's full of sadness and melancholy, and I almous sense the cold rain drops falling on my head...
Wery touching.

your art is always stunning. This is melancholy..

Ah it's so sad but beautiful at the same time, I don't know what else to say... it's just, stunning. Like every picture of yours &hearts
I hope too you're alright.

I love your art.

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I'm in love with this. It's simplistic and beautiful; and has a deep feeling.
the rain is nicely done.

This picture almost looks cel-shaded; it's unique and attention grabbing. Excellent work (: ♥

I apologize for departing our conversation so suddenly. Not something I had wanted, whether it's really a conversation or not. I think I consider it one. I consider this very important.

I... Seem to cause people to do that a lot. Not in a bad way. I'm still trying to figure out why, really.

We all feel like that sometimes. I have a friend who I have this incredibly deep connection with. Every time I talk to him, I told him once, it feels like I can only touch upon "the tip of the iceberg." Here's this amazing person and I want him to know who I am and everything else, and I struggle around and struggled around and write pages and pages.

And ultimately it's still not enough.

My teacher said something today, maybe that's why the Universe had me wait to finish writing this, so I could say it.

Words are ultimately just little tiny utterances, just little marks on a page, just little moments in time where there is language. It is our experience wich gives their meaning. When I write "I learned to fly today," you read those words as you. And what you see as "fly" is flight, and what you see as "learned" is your learning. Ultimately, my point gets across to you by what you know, what you already know.

This could be taken in a sad sort of way. In a way like "no one ever knows what I really mean."

But I can't see it that way. I see people understanding each other, eventually, as it comes. And so I think "if they understand each other through those words that they already knew, then they must in some way have always understood each other."

So, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Or me. Or anybody else.

Then again.

When do we really? ♥

Thank you Pandoras. Everything you praised could be called happy accident. It just seemed to happen.

Thank you ArrowDoe. I want to be able to speak more clearly, and have more to say. But this is a new way of communicating, too. So I am grateful you would say what you did.

Serenai, I don't feel the need to hide these words. You are a remarkable individual. I appreciate the depth of thought you share and your genuineness. It is a rare and beautiful thing to find someone who takes others into themselves and gives themselves out in return. It stirs people up.
I think I used to be one who would give and take. For some reason lately I have become a taker, but not a giver. This is one of the issues I am working with now.
I think I understand you. And I am very grateful you are trying to understand me, even though I have put so little of myself where anyone could see. I am very grateful.

Ysrael... I know.
My friends and family don't really understand why I have become so entangled in this for as long as I have. It fills me up. All of it.

and somehow, that feels right.

Eyestrain,
You're making me blush. Again, I must apologize for the long wait. It seems I'm just getting busier and busier and life goes on. Ah, well. I'm flattered that you consider our conversation worth having--no matter how many times I am told it, it is always good to be assured that I am valuable in something. You certainly are as well, to reciprocate the Universal Truth to it all.

We are all remarkable, in our own regards. Some forms of remarkability are simply more... Needed by some people than others. I'm given to the philosophy that as we are all equals, we are drawn to some more than others due to the temporal differences within our internal selves. What one of us needs, we seek out. As we progress, so we are drawn to fewer individuals as helpers, and yet find ourselves ultimately connected to all the more. In that way, we actually expand with who we find affection toward. Who we love.

It is okay to be a taker. I will tell you that now, as we are living beings, we must take. And sometimes, especially with those kinder than others, we give too much. Those who are kind have a sort of... Disease, condition, that they are prone to give too much, and ultimately they hurt themselves. It is good to be able just to take, to recuperate when we must rebuild, to simply be and care for ourselves, if only for a little while. I commend you, in fact, for being able to take care of yourself. We need you around just as you, just to take care of yourself and offer a word here, a drawing there. That should be enough for anyone, merely to be with another. I need nothing from you but your existence. Anything else is a gift and a blessing, and I am honored beyond words to receive.

And now, I will assure you too, you are still being more than a taker. "A picture is worth a thousand words," some wise individual once said. And so, you have written so many stories for us, for yourself, for the world. From those, we take with us many things, and hopefully leave you not being taken from, but rather given to. As against physics as that goes, for both parties to come away having gained something beautiful.

So you said before, you draw to express what words have so far failed to. You, like any other, want someone to understand. To know. To be remembered and understood, at least by one other. You put yourself out into the world a thousand words at a time, and a thousand at a time, we see. We begin to understand. In fact...

We all understand each other. We always have.
We just need to remember, to get past our little blind spots and to see

But that's alright.
It all works out.

♥

I write a lot...