TheLastHeart

For all the people that have thanked me for   -
   

You are very welcome and i adore what you have created and greatly appreciate that time/effort put into each and everything you share on DA. 
(also sorry if i fave'd half your gallery i'll try not to do that too often hehe)

I'm sorry that i often don't leave comments as i'm just not really that good at putting into words what inspires me about others art, though i might leave  's
(though i write poetry, i'm just not good at helpful comments, i just don't know how i fail at that but it do -.-)
 
To all the people watching my page and have added my works to their collections-

Thank you so much,
   :bademoticon:  
its amazing to know that people are enjoying my work and hopefully it inspires you the way your work inspire me. 

that is all  hope to be more active here again from now on 

www.rhymezone.com

I found this very helpful today so just thought i'd share it 

hey lovely people, 

i'm trying to sort out some work/commissions and stuff so i will be away for awhile, this will be my last upload but will still be taking photos/writing to be uploaded for a few weeks. 

if you have any requests/ideas for photos/poetry please leave them here and i will get back to you asap. 

best wishes 

i'll just leave you with this poem a friend of mine wrote, 

consumed in wordsto read something it which upon being overwhelmed with a sense of connection,
that drives me from the place in which i sit to walk absently toward another room,
to finally settle once my bare feet touch textured earth
as if to breath again i had to reach that spot ,
fixed so determinedly on a part of the sky or plant growing beside me
one would assume i am wholly content with studying every detail it could possibly hold
were in fact i look upon it so hard i see nothing more than a froze state
in which my mind allows itself to paint pictures across my eyes of desires and worlds
that full me up with emotions not so easily reproduced

The clouds have eaten up the sky today.
We are sitting in our valley like children hiding beneath their sheets
Encased in our white world
Where lines are blurred, edges unreachable
Looking up
To the mountain tops erased.
Do they go on forever?
Does the giant wait up there?
or are they slowly disintegrating,
our reality dissolving.
back to white canvas
of cotton weave
and infinite possibility.