puzzle

There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart. But when do you know which to listen too? When one comes knocking on your door, an opportunity long awaited, but hindered by the past inconveniences; what are one to do? listen to one's heart or the warning given by one's reasoning...

Theway to be

Looking in the mirror, she sees her one eye filled with a tear leaving her eye socket. It rolls down her chick, as a drop of water touching a water-resistant surface. A perfectly round pearl, falling - seemingly weightlessly flouting - it hits the floor, in an awfully loud bang too her. Breaking the spell of the pearl. Her gaze returned to the mirror. Seeing now a content smile in her kiss. A radiant gaze looking at her unfit, and spoiled body, but knowing that and knowing her radiation; she sees her self behind a façade, wrapped in charm. Slyly she powdering her nose, and runs out.

Scrutiny

Our relationship is like a game of chess. One false move, and you take advantage overpowering me. As a poppet in a poppet show I comply. Driven by the game, you tip the score in my favour. Emotions trick you, push you of the path into my domain. But fret not, I see now as you see. We are caught in the heat of the moment thus one false will be fortunate as it is equalized by a second. Two wrongs makes one right. The feeble attempt for passion enables us to hide all this obvious struggle from those oblivious. I see now, as you see the game proceed

So let us go then, you and I,
When it lieeth spread across the sky
To lead you to an overwhelming question...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
In a minute there will be time
Let us go and make our visit
No one sees, no one knows

Paint me

Paint me a portrait, and let me see how well you know the inest dream of me. An image says supposedly more than a thousand words, how come then when I see a portrait I only see an empty gaze? Perhaps there is a screen to hide behind, which very few to none, have been able to come past. Or perhaps there is no screen and the empty gaze is in truth the longing for uncharted territory. However, there is a hidden place that can be found but rarely is. It surprises me as I tend to stumble upon it accidentally, the place is hidden and forgotten even to the persona, of which it belongs. A camber like the room of requirements, it only appears when required thought is given wing. Both comforting and a liability. Duality lies within us all, but hypocrisy may be us houses past if we are the sweet such as a select few are.

phooo^^

I am in awe, I am amazed, the temporary hell is gone, past, obliterated^^ and it went well for most of us I think, I feel^^ Yey relaxation. The sensation is good. but cas is coming up next and fast approaching on Friday the date i duefor delivery.

The final exam

Finally done with the preparations for the exhibit, which forms the base of the Ib art exam. I just arrived home round about nowish, though a few leftovers from my families dinner has been consumed I arrived home now. Trying to relax. And urging people strongly to be at school round six tomorrow in the afternoon and take a peak at our stuff^^ And remember the sweat that went in to it, and be ammazed. :P *Høhø*

But now where are thiose books, I need to prepare for the exam....oral exam in presentation form of techniques, art history, themes, knowledge and understanding.... bul yes but still we, i wanna do my best...