Brute (possibly incomplete)

I discovered this picture that I was doing in college. 

I never finished it. But I like it this way actually.

So it may not be incomplete!

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Found Dog

Prologue

Image sourced from Google Images

He sat there alone on that day, which was very unusual. Declan Delsado was never alone. He was always with the one whom he loved. But that day he sat alone in his black suite, a white rose in his breast pocket, and a silent tear running down his cheek. In front of him a fresh mount of gravel, and surrounding him an eternal amount of tombstones. Declan was experiencing the day that he never prayed would come. The day that he was parted with the one whom he loved more than life.

The funeral had been over hours ago, but he refused to leave the side of his love. His best friend Renèa had been sitting with him and comforting him not long before, but she had to go home. So there he sat all alone, flower in pocket and tears running silently down his face. He was still sitting there as the sun went down and the moon threw its rays down upon him and the grave, and the tears that lay by his feet.

When Declan arrived home in the early mornings of the day, he was in a state of comatose, where he did not care about the world around him and did not acknowledge anything in anyway. Going into his bedroom, he found a big brown envelope with a pink note on top of it. It was from the only other person who had access to get into the house – Renèa

Declan slowly opened the packet and looked inside. Even though he knew what he was going to find, it still hit him like a ton of bricks, and the tears ran in twin streams down his face, like it was never intended to stop.

Declan found himself falling asleep, tears still falling shamelessly down his face. Clutching the bag of Sky’s possessions in his arms, as if holding on to the memories that were so vivid and clear in this mind.

To Be Continued...

Urban meets Rural

Photoshoot with my best friend.

Unseen

You're always there. This unseen figure in my life. A constant reminded of the life once had, and the hope of the future life. I am never without you my unseen, yet I am alone, you offer no help you offer no word, just a presence, a reference, a silent companion.

Are you what some call fate? Or are you more Holy, more Angel? Or perhaps the demon in my life that plagues me? I do not know. Are you the protector that will help me in times of need? Or are you the one who is creating my times of need? You flummox me greatly. I see you when I look at a beautiful vista, and I read you in a magazine.A shadow, a glimmer a silhouette in the bright sky, you are there.

Have you been with me all my life, or are you new? Why can I not remember you in my early years. Was my once innocence the thing that warded you? When did you appear? When did you become such a part of my life?

I remember you now. I remember your arrival.

A shattered heart. A broken promise. A pain unknown.

You walked alongside me ever since.

Are you the pain in my heart? The unspoken pain? Not allowing me to ignore you?

Is this your aim? Is this your purpose? 

Pain in good times? Unhappiness in glee?

The shady figure I read everywhere, I hear in a song, I see in a view, you are my pain, you are my heartbreak. You are the feeling I have ignored, or gotten used to. I have found you.

My constant companion. 

The Unseen.

Around the corner I have a friend...

Around the corner I have a friend,
in this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
and now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
and distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir," "Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
Remember to always say what you mean.
If you love someone, tell them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself.
Reach out and tell someone what they mean to you.
Because when you decide that it is the right time
it might be too late.