After-final-year-show effects.

When I close my eyes I can see some indie fonts being drawn and constructed in the 3d space of my eyelids and illustrations appearing in pieces and lines on the blueish sheets of paper, to be more descriptive, they look like blueprints, authentic blueprints.

Among the other cast-spelling things he's got around him, he knew who Michel Gondry was! V-V
And he seriously gets the wickedness of the LOTR, not like everyone else liking it, but,.. I've kinda just lost my thought. I'm going to sleep since I'm really tired and can't even draw, the point was he's got this touch of elfishness to him.

I’ve just got up ( a little bit late since I went to bed at around 4 last night) and feel this urge to draw everything around in the back of my head and at the ends of my eyelashes. I was just having a glass of water in the kitchen and saw a new flower on the wildrose-bush outside the window and the first thought I had was how would I draw it, which no of the liner to use and how the final black pen lines would look on greyish paper.

An undefinable-overwhelmingmatter .

Work was freaking tiring but good fun as well. the dude with nice hair asked me a lot of questions but it was strange to discover that I hadn’t thought about him for such a long time. my heart feels different and takes a whole left half of my chest from the inside right now. it feels new and so fresh and exciting like the sun-silvered seawater at the beginning of April. when I close my eyes, I see this elves-world-smile. its embroidered in my mind with lights, sounds and scents.

I desperately need to go to sleep since I haven't slept properly for a couple of days and my face hurts [literally], but I just can’t get myself into it. There is this something overwhelming and it does not let me sleep, but I don't think I can define it in words, or any other human method of communication.