GreenPandaZombie

I cut my life's story into my flesh, I bare the pain of a needle just so I won't forget. I live with a picture, never moving, never changing. Every glance, every look, every stare reminds me, Of things I will never forget. People, places, loving thoughts, painful memories. Others will juge, they stare and laugh. Never understanding why I have done what I have. Never willing to understand what it means. Just juging. To me, It is not art but my soul. You may not understand me, Yet you can see a glimpse of my soul, Through what I portray on my skin. You may see what bands I like, objects I adore, colors I dwell on, people I love,

Darkness had consumed the frozen ice fall, the moon's light reflected off of the ice crystals that had formed overnight. The wind screamed in out ears and bit at out already numbing fingers as we forced our freezing and tired bodies up the face of the mountain. With every agonizing step we took, precious energy was being drained right out of us. But, with every mind numbing step we took, we became ever so closer to our dream. We had been vividly fantasizing about this very night for six long weeks. We have spent countless days huddled inside our nylon tombs just waiting for this, waiting of our ascent to the summit. We have been miserable sin

I just decided to make this because my friend WindBlownRebel has one. Also I spend a juge time drawing so I thought it would be cool to share that with people