As I sketched every house perfect, I thought I made a home for them, until I saw my hands failing to craft the same. I, for the first time got what dimensions mean deviating from the books and the syllabus. I kept on keeping the healthiest distance, as length... I explained them the difference of a thin line's length. And these petty things, elevated them, my house got a height, great. It's just when, I was to measure their breadth, by hugging tight, and measure their breath, they needed oxygen and a bit more, their souls slipped, out of my clasp just like the unfitting board I chose for my crafty house's breadth. ~Breadth stopped breaths Hollow went void as, they called it hope, not home~ I feel safe in this black bg, than any other illustration on it and this font colour suits it. #jerksnshivers Yes, I am much to much good in sketch and drawings but not at all perfect in crafts, for real. #moapril
