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Watercolor

Wed Jan 28, 2009, 1:31 PM
..Time.. I had never really thought it would pass.. It seems strange to me, how everything is so much different. It seems incomprehensible to me, how everything is so much the same..


It was a watercolor-like world that she lived in. The world sometimes seemed black-and-white, sometimes it turned to shades of sepia. Sometimes, it took the color of pale yellow horizons, mixed with the silver blue of the sea. The deepest red mixed in with her clothings from time to time. There were times when the colours would seem bright and potent, yet at times they would be pale and watery.

It was a small world that she lived in. There was a seat by the sea in a small, distant town. She would sit down at nights, the same haunting melody playing, as though someone was there, secretly devouring her heart; she could almost feel each cut and each bite. Others would sit down beside her, others whom she loved, yet it was only her in that world; they could not hear her words, and she could not understand theirs. And she would watch the moon as though hypnotised, as it would slowly sink into the black and cold depths of the sea, blood red in color, like her heart.

And then, there was another sea, in that large, loathsome city. It was a concrete walkingway she frequented; the sea on one side, grass and trees on the other. She would often watch the sea as she speedily made her way back and forth. Other melodies played now, melodies of looms and dreams and magnificent thrones up in the sky. The season would never, ever change – rains and thunderstorms, at the end of those suffocatingly hot nights. She would favour the hours of twilight, when everything was yellow and silver.. When the sky turned into that pinkish shade of purple..

The room also left an impression in her world; that room, small like her world.. That dusty, book-filled room with the dirty floors that bred so many thoughts and so many colors.. That room where she would pace back and forth in great speed, sometimes in joy and excitement, sometimes in grief.. There would be many melodies, and her voice would join them freely, yet all of those sounds would slip away, none clinging to her memory. As the weather got colder, she would begin to shiver; despite wrapping herself up in warm sheets, there was that terrifyingly strong feeling that had strangely grown within her. And yet, she would be unable to do anything at all.. The hopes and dreams she had slowly constructed would be reduced into nothingness as silence consumed all, and replaced them with a great darkness. Resisting at first, clutching on to her world and dreams, she would be slowly forced to fall asleep.. It was a sleep, the others close around her thought at the time, that she would never wake up from..

  • Listening to: Nothing. I've lost the ability to listen..
  • Reading: Three books at once..apparently.

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:iconlilithsylvanas:
*piyano efekti* Kullanmıyorsun hiç buraları <.< Bir de bunu saklayabilirsin,diğerini de~

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And sometimes…the human spirit doesn’t prevail - no matter how much love and support we receive. Instead, it crumples under the excruciating pain, and begs for the end to come quickly.
:iconslencesilvanos:
Aa. <.< Evet, kullanmıyorum.. Ne yapayım, tarayıcımın nerede olduğunu bile bilmiyorum.. v.v Ve tarayabileceğim gü.zel hiç bir şey yok yazık ki.. Ve ilham da yok, beni terk etti..

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..In decadence I take thee by the hand..Too frail to gain the promised land.. Too frail to take your pain away.. Too frail - a sequel of decay..
:iconlilithsylvanas:
x.x Nerede olduğunu bilmiyorsun? (Taşınırken kayboldu? <.< ) Tarayabileceğin güzel şeyler mutlaka vardır =3 Tabi ilhamın seni terk ettiğini düşünüyorsan ve yaptıkların seni tatmin etmiyorsa bir şey diyemeyeceğim =/

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And sometimes…the human spirit doesn’t prevail - no matter how much love and support we receive. Instead, it crumples under the excruciating pain, and begs for the end to come quickly.
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:iconlilithsylvanas:
Bir şeyler yazmak istiyorum...Tabi sen şu an kazıdasın >w< Ama ben döndüm sen de dön ._.

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And sometimes…the human spirit doesn’t prevail - no matter how much love and support we receive. Instead, it crumples under the excruciating pain, and begs for the end to come quickly.
:iconanti-wink:
Onurlu ordumuza hoşgeldin asker! *clap clap*
:iconslencesilvanos:
>=3

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..In decadence I take thee by the hand..Too frail to gain the promised land.. Too frail to take your pain away.. Too frail - a sequel of decay..
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:iconlilithsylvanas:
Beklemekteyim ama sanırım girmeyeceksin bu gece =/ Nana 1,5-2 saattir benimle uğraşıyor yapma diyorum anlamıyor <.< Seninle konuşurken uslu uslu yatardı genelde

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And sometimes…the human spirit doesn’t prevail - no matter how much love and support we receive. Instead, it crumples under the excruciating pain, and begs for the end to come quickly.

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