11-05-2011, 07:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-05-2011, 07:52 PM by AnthroHeart.)
It's a strange thing. Even though the creation is within me, I can feel so separate from it, and tend to feel lonely. I so badly wish I could touch any one of them within me. Maybe one day. I hope the best for the future.
This song pretty much sums it up:
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I think part of what makes it lonely is how immeausuribly vast are the infinite depths of consciousness. It's like a vast, endless plain under an infinite sky, and I'm the only one there. I call out to my creation, to tell them I love them, and I only can hear the echoes of chatter. But the scenes they show me, the landscapes, are breathtaking.
This song pretty much sums it up:
1261433083_tomleo_cuddling-commission_from_manlianoen.jpg (Size: 77.83 KB / Downloads: 2)
I think part of what makes it lonely is how immeausuribly vast are the infinite depths of consciousness. It's like a vast, endless plain under an infinite sky, and I'm the only one there. I call out to my creation, to tell them I love them, and I only can hear the echoes of chatter. But the scenes they show me, the landscapes, are breathtaking.