I Found Peace In Them

These are the creation of my hand..
They're not pretty, I know..I'm not an artist...


I created them and that makes them my Child..
Every piece lies such deep meaning to me..but never did I know what 'that' meaning was..
The odd thing about these "creatures" are, I created them during my seconds of depression..


They keep hovering in my mind, trying to free themselves from the mess in my head..
And I guess framing them on a paper help them to get off my head..
From the moment my pencil touches the paper, my hand won't stop sketching till the last dust of pencil's lead sticks on the paper..


I know, 'they're' sucks and I don't give a damn about it..
As long as these hands know how to work, I'll continue creating these Children of mine...
And I will never stop..because, I found Peace in them..






[Mind my English]