WORK
DSIGN AND ARTWORKS
IF MY PIECE EXISTED
No one will ever want it unless it will be famous, No one will take a look at it unless it will be glamorous, And no one will read it unless it will be vigorous!
Sometimes I forgot if my piece existed, Am I in shame?
No, I'm not for it is caused! I'm grateful for myself and thankful for it was not evaded!
Millions when one is combined.
Like this art in a dot, and eventually will end up with billions of love that started
A clothing brand that is made to kill those boring fashion styles. Making you the center of art and fashion. Styling your life mixing it with your drama and vibes. We visualize things to be modernist, focusing on creativity that unleashes people's emotion within the clothes they wear, versatile and outstanding! We focus on you!
Express yourself peculiarly, let fashion create your instant language, a brand enthusiastically made just for you, well in a limited edition of course. Made to kill those boorish styles! Making you the essence of art and fashion! Putting a style in your life and mixing it with your so-called drama and vibes!
PAINT ME IN PAIN
I don’t know what happened, bored you or me?
This is another piece of an inferior story that I, would love to write. Visualizing a magical love story, -how high is your expectation exactly?
Did you already forget?
They are just bored!
Yes, the regret!
Not interested, but still keeps on sending hearts to your FB story. What eager pungency!
Of course, you felt awesome amazingly! You’ve been ignored many times and yet you are still loving it.
Funny, how can you embrace it all over again, decently! It’s a lie, and you know it!
Those are just sugar-coated words.
Good morning! How are you? Then what?
How long have you been waiting for replies that don’t last?
Lost in time exchanging photographs, you and me.
Oh, what a waste!
Time’s just in haste!
Don’t pretend that you didn’t know.
FVcking boredom kills, that’s how fake love starts. How did you fall? From grace? Love like a FVck and leave it all!
heard you sang the song I love, mellifluous!
Out of words I am charmed, -eventually making you my own playlist. fond of you -prying each time and day passed, absolutely insane! Curious of what to find out, want to play?
You Hide and I will seek, mischievous. You got all the style I wanted. Bold and breathless! Stunning in your own way.
What a crime to start wanting to steal your heart.
You’ve been my every day routine, my cup of coffee in the morning and night madness.
Falling in love with stranger is my thing, magical to start a masterpiece to work out!
You are the art I wanted to achieve, I want to paint you! Beautiful and realistic.
Would this be the chapter that I'm about to end?
A lot of tears fell. March marks me in pain!
Unexpected and unreal.
I felt like gazing at a crime scene.
Fooled by words and betrayed by someone I believed in.
My heart is now in pain. Lost and decimated!
It no longer fits the word "Love".
Perhaps I am blinded by you. Love that painted me in pain, which shaped my heart in hatred and lies!
IT IS ‘YOU’ WHO PAINTED ME IN PAIN.
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WHY DO YOU EXPECT MORE?
Did you know how much I prayed at night?
Or how many times that I can't sleep, thinking about every decision I made and experienced in my life if it was bright?
I failed multiple times, but getting licensed as a doctor, doing my own business, and pursuing what I love to do, is that even right? Every day I am in pain, watching all my dreams fade away in my brain, letting them wash in my own hands in vain, I often stare in silence, wishing to take a different path again.
However, I don't want to escape from guilt, as I enjoy luxuries on my own for it was built, For the daughter of sadness and pain is art, that's the day I realized – why will I expect more if less can be an art too in its part?
My name is K, and you are reading my diary. It can be fiery! It’s a lot to be expected! I am not a poet either, but an artist of words that will melt your heart and bind it into your favorites as if it was to be painted! I am part of a little art in this world, carrying a bit of fashion with a mixture of gloom and grief to be aspired! Amalgam, by which it was called and made! Let me walk you through my story using the daily photographs I take! I will end the aforementioned series here for a moment, but I’ll make it in haste because I got the answer that I am looking for here. Why do I expect more?