Dedicated with love to ~Recreation10 who is a beautiful poet this is nothing like what she can write, but I have written from my heart, which is the best I can truly do .
I saw her catch the water on waves of innocence Yet she was not immune to the blade of circumstance Her eyes were filled with tears, lonely, scant and wise Distress drew up deeper in the gaze of her mournful eyes Oh little dreamer dear, who sheds those crystal tears If an ocean were not in my way, I'd take away those years Cleanse you of your wounds, lay alicorn to heal I can only hope that you find both joy and will I cannot understand more than I have seen And I have not ever resided where your life has been But my arms reach out, my voice cries clear If I possessed the power, I would wipe away that tear .
Now lease, visit her site and I am sure I am not the only one dazzled and compelled by her magnificent work.
Now, as for the picture itself, that is a speed painting done in photoshop it is not meant in any way to seem upsetting for her. Rather, its a response to a question she asked me. And, here is the answer, rather publically.
I got very distant. I ended up destroying my own innocence and creativity, replacing it with something darker and angrier. I dove into my work, I used my artwork as a nearly desperate expression.
Only now do I sense that fury receding. Sometimes I grow angry and I now channel it into my artwork and I seek religious or metaphysical answers (I suppose you could call me a unicorn pagan shaman, tree hugging dirt worshipper or something along those lines). If it weren't for unicorns, I would be a very different person. I can tell you that.
My purity is attained by having to foster what remained of my more positive qualities. I am far from being ready to forgive, accept and remember everything I have gone through, but I am much further along than I was. I haven't been through as much as you I don't think, or at least I wouldn't claim such a thing since I loathe being presumptuous.
I am really not trying to give advice, I am just saying what I did and what I am doing now to help come to terms with what I have survived with.
Since I am more artist than writer, I have created this picture. The red unicorn is the anger that protected me (but is now chained) the dead unicorn is what I started with (the horn cut off, I would have nightmares about this as a child) and the purple unicorn rising like a phoenix from those equine ashes, is what I am now, still not whole, still, little more than a ghost in some ways, but I am trying and I feel as though my horn (spirituality/purity/center/creativity) is returning .I wish the same for you, Recreation10 and maybe we can help each other on our journeys.
Here is a "rough" english translation sort of through my own knowledge of the language and goolge translator. If anyone else has a better/fluent translation, note me and I will fix this. Note me if you'd like this code for you journal.
Hello,
I am Samira's Younger sister, I don't speak much English, but I know through her diary that she appreciated all of you [her watchers] .
I have some sad news to tell you, we all collapse.
Samira died yesterday evening after trying to end her life Saturday evening.
She was in a coma and had a heart attack last night.
I do not know what to do, nor the rest of her family, but I know that she appreciated you all greatly.
Thank you to those of you who have been present.
-Amel
PS: We will leave her account open, her lyrics belong to you, she would have liked to give you a gift.
Death is hard to deal with. I have lost a lot of family members, and losing someone I got so attached to online, is not easy. For those of you who knew Samira, I have included a few links to some hearfelt grieving sites. Grieving is hard for me and I am not good at advice, but I hope that if anyone here wants some consolation, they will find closure or help to that path. Note me if you have other/better good sites to link.
Anyway, I wrote this poem, and it was heartfelt, but I don't think she needed to really hear it. I don't know if I did the right thing. I can't help but feel guilty. I am not looking for any guilt to be allayed, but I would still like to share this poem
Oh, not at all. An emotional ramble it may be, and I am very familiar with those, but just the fact that you cared enough to make something for her shows you're a very nice person.
-- "The hardest person to know is yourself. Get to know yourself and you'll have a friend for life." - Unknown
this is saaadddd.... but fantastic drawn! ^-^
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Stardustdragon!!! X3
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Stardustdragon!!! X3
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#WaterHorses - #Sanctuary-Of-Life - #WolfArt-RPG - #MythicalPairs - - #EquineHeart - #Hybrid-RPG
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Stardustdragon!!! X3
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"The hardest person to know is yourself. Get to know yourself and you'll have a friend for life."
- Unknown
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#WaterHorses - #Sanctuary-Of-Life - #WolfArt-RPG - #MythicalPairs - - #EquineHeart - #Hybrid-RPG
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"The hardest person to know is yourself. Get to know yourself and you'll have a friend for life."
- Unknown
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#WaterHorses - #Sanctuary-Of-Life - #WolfArt-RPG - #MythicalPairs - - #EquineHeart - #Hybrid-RPG