You are still with me, but as of Earth only.
'We' lives only as a ghost.
Broken as it may be, unable to even carry water,
My heart still holds onto you.
Our ghost haunts,
Not through fear
But through the most torturous of mediums,
Those remembered details;
Half a teaspoon,
Serve little use in this physical world,
But manage to tear my own world asunder.
It is not your absence that hurts.
It is how you attached your memories to the mundane.
I live a monopolised existence.
I cannot escape you.
Did somebody gift some badges my way?
An anonymous little gift turned up in the mail the other day!
Who is the culprit?
Let me shower you with love!
p.s. my hiatus is stretching into oblivion. I've caught a horrid illness that has been plaguing me the past two weeks and draining me of all energy. I'm in my last 3 weeks of uni for the year, so the assessments have consumed my life. Not to mention my shifts at work have increased and become longer so I can train the newbies. I don't have a single day 'free' until December. My schedule is paaacked beyond belief.
So in conclusion, no art for any near futur
Remember me? I used to exist on this site.
Anyway, the hectic first book launch and the semester from hell are now over, I sort of have time on my hands. I spent this weekend at Supanova and acquired a tardis tea set, and got a book signed by Garth Nix.
Though, I spent a significant amount of time in the artists' alley and bought many-a postcard and prints.
I'd like to give a feature to one stall of particularly talented artists
Crabhearst (https://www.deviantart.com/crabhearst) nastynoser (https://www.deviantart.com/nastynoser) SugarHighTyrant (https://www.deviantart.com/sugarhightyrant)
I bought postcards of these artworks
Nearly bought this one, but funds wer