never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up. by Pretty-As-A-Picture
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed colour and he bared his teeth.
He sometimes visits my dreams. The grass turns sickly where he trudges and the woodland creatures whimper and scramble in his wake. WHERES MY HUG? He holds his warm monster limbs out, palms snatching me from my happy-ever-after and grins gap-toothily. I manage a chuckle as I buckle in his embrace.
He used to keep me
This is me.|
Though this photo is from last summer and only displays my 'passion' for photography, I'm also a traditional and photoshop (amateur) illustrator!
Current Residence: Zeist
Favourite genre of music: Everything alternative will do
Favourite style of art: Photography
MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano OldSkool!
Personal Quote: You're the same person as I am, but you are just totally different.