A quick sketch for myself to simply capture an idea with the possibility of drawing it later. Those types of art that I could never realize with Wishta.
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Now you're just an observer, rushing in an unknown direction. No matter how much you shout, knock on these windows, or run through an infinite number of railway carriage, no matter how hard you try to open the doors, you can't influence anything while being trapped inside this captivity.
So much is left behind and continues to fade away even further, her heart beating faster, feeling a sense of emptiness and loss of control.
In every window of the train, different landscapes flicker simultaneously, different moments pass before her eyes in these windows, both nonexistent and from the past, each window revealing its unique world.
Someday, a time of stoppage will come, the doors of the train will surely open, inviting her to leave another piece of herself in one of these strange worlds.
unpublished
personal