I got a request from that was different from the rest of my other sketch requests. Aafarr gave me a picture for inspiration.. this piccy in fact.
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The first thought I thought of when I first glanced at that picture was "Wow, what emotion." Looking at the two figures underneath the star, I began to grow melancholy... I didn't have someone like that to hold.

After a few moments of prodding and poking at my mind, this idea floated into my head. Yes, it's a little smaller then the rest of the request pics, and it's stock full of randomness too @_@ Kisa makes a appearence as the floating man-head to the right, haha.

The bunny and mr. uknown sorta just came to me as I was thinking about the drawing and this poem we got today in class called "love poem" I thought it was sweet, so I incorporated it into there.

All in all, I've been feeling a little lonely lately. I haven't heard from some of my dearest friends who shoomed off to college in weeks, so it's driving me bonkers. I miss them so much.

Sorry for the rambles! gomen! XD waaahahh.

~*~

John Frederick Nims
Love Poem


My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases,
At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring,
Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen,
And have no cunning with any soft thing

Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people:
The refugee uncertain at the door
You make at home; deftly you steady
The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.

Unpredictable dear, the taxi drivers' terror,
Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime
Yet leaping before red apoplectic streetcars-
Misfit in any space. And never on time.

A wrench in clocks and the solar system. Only
With words and people and love you move at ease.
In traffic of with expertly maneuver
And keep us, all devotion, at you knees.

Forgetting your coffee spreading on our flannel,
Your lipstick grinning on our coat,
So gaily in love's unbreakable heaven
Our souls on glory of split bourbon float.

Be with me, darling, early and late. Smash glasses-
I will study wry music for your sake.
For should your hands drop white and empty
All the toys of the world would break.

~*~

Thank you for looking