The ClockThe pendulum swung slowly as I watched. Slower than usual I thought to myself. Time just seems to slow when you pay attention. The clocks ticking echoed through the empty hall. How many more times would it tick? It’s golden pendulum blurred as I stared, becoming a flick of colour darting across my vision. I shook my head to clear my eyes. It didn’t help, I continued to stare. The time didn’t interest me; I knew watching the clock face and its hands would only make things seem slower. Five minutes would become ten in my mind. So I waited to be called. How long had it been, I thought. It had seemed like half an hour, so maybe halThe Clock
Picking up old things
Optimism
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My sister just joined DA!! Show her some love [link]
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My sister just joined DA!! Show her some love [link]
you are welcome anytime as I'm always looking forward to new artworks!
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-David-
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My sister just joined DA!! Show her some love [link]
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No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist - Oscar Wilde
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He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. When you gaze long into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you...
F. Nietzsche
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