About me? I love to draw when I'm in a drawing mood. I'm a tomboy, 20 years old. My name is Jannicke, but you can call me Jann or Natsumi. Want to know more? Ask me
Current Residence: Norway
Living Upon Hells Angel...As the footsteps fade to nothing I fall to my knees and salt streaks stain my cheeks. I stay, punched by silence. I gradually ascend from the icey depths of my emotions. I try to escape my mind as it explodes into a furious whirlwind of suppressed memories, all of them, ill forgotten kept hidden through a seal of hate and grudges. I begin to run. I try to run. Run from it all. Time begins to slow as they disappear. My mind begins to feel hazy and foggy. Ignoring the pain I run, my mind strained. Nightmares form in front of my eyes a river of envy and jealousy flow freely like a river slow and calm, it floods my thoughts creating a newborn hell. A sharp pain is felt, cold as steel it pierces my already broken heart. SILENCE. My mind wanders in the distance. The world is quiet. I finally feel at peace. I feel a presence at my feet it soothes me. My eyes gaze into the light. A cold air caresses my body, gently taking me into its arms. I quietly slip into a deep sleep never to wake.Living Upon Hells Angel... by SyncImported
Things I Didn't Know I Loved...I didn’t know I loved poetry till I cried heartbroken letting the ink stain the paper.Things I Didn't Know I Loved... by SyncImported
I didn’t know I loved music; my mom dances around the house. Of course I joined her.
I didn’t know I loved the ocean a deep blue abyss, sea monsters, and the waves churning and crashing on the shore.
Birds chirping, trees rustling, a gentle breeze. I didn’t know I loved nature.
Lying in bed thinking of her.
A cherry auburn sky, golden rays shine through my window. I didn’t know I loved sunsets.
A day spent grounded sitting in THE corner, a pout on my face. I didn’t know I loved my parents.
Shading lines, free-hand, bolded, figures. I didn’t know I loved drawing.
I didn’t know I loved reading, each and every word. My kindergarten teacher forcing us to read.
I didn’t know I loved sweat until it formed in our palms.
I didn’t know I loved her until she left.
I didn’t know I loved the rain until it washed away my tears.