It is a heart that rips in two pieces with wound that secrete falling tear on the heart surface. A fragile girl, which trap in a world of dreams and fantasy in which she surrenders herself into her emotions. A world which she call it her own and a vulnerable one. She was caught into the walls of imagination. With high, unreachable walls, she tried to climb up to set herself free. Free for what her heart is asking for.
Seeing herself in the facade of her inner most self makes her feel weaker and weaker. All opportunities are wasted, throne and vanished. Piece by piece she help herself to draw to what is call the reality. The reality is only at the other side of that wall, mirrored with translucent faces of the memories.
The shadow of dream and affection visits her every night. The voice of wonder and unspoken reveals her total unique self. Some might think she is mad but others will say she is in love. This unique girl is drowning from her zeal. She carries it wherever she go and whatever she do. The truth about her will still uncover and it will speak on her behalf that she is madly in love.
“This is how I felt when I drew this image. I was left all alone and my heart is unstable. My hand reacts to what my heart tell me to do.”
Just A Little Pieces of Me 