

ShuffleThe sky was a drywall ceiling as he walked, peppered by the rain. Dark splotches of moisture appeared on his jacket, creating more holes to steal the heat from his body when the wind came to take it. He walked with his hands in his pockets, his head down and his silenced by the white noise coming from the white plugs in his ears. It was a quaint punk rock song with elements of third-wave ska from the horn accompaniment. A fast rhythm for a slow day about something purely nonsensical. He reached up with his hand still in his pocket and pushed a button. The beat was too much for him.Shuffle
A slower pace now, something British and Indie t


The girl on the MoonAs I walked aimlessly through the sidewalks, following the will of my head and my feet, I paused to look up as the deep indigo night. A sparse star here and there hung hung up in the sky while their siblings were blocked by the street lights. I kept walking. More than two months had past since that reading and all I got were false positives. Of course, it was just a tarot reading. One side told me that it was stupid astrology with not weight. The fortune teller might've just been pulling my leg and telling me what I wanted to hear. Another side said that the reading was true, but by mt own actions, I missed it or messed it up. Both were probaThe girl on the Moon
btw a critique is constructive, it helps an artist to see what can be improved. And honestly without being an artist or at least learning about art is rather hard to critique.
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