"She felt like a mini snow angel trapped in a circular glass; filled with water and powdery sprinkles of decors. She was a decoration. Another extra added to the world. She was a snow globe. Yet from inside she could see everything. She could see humans dealing with life; its pros and cons. It's joy and flaws. She could see everyone laughing and having a good time, while other's dealt with pain...caused by disappointments and death.
So many people dying....so many people hurting...
She sighed when a thought crossed her mind. It zapped her brain and craved for an answer.
...How many would actually care if I die?..."

SO today nothing much is going on. Just trying to come up with something to do....well...besides having to go clean my room....which i'll do....later....lol. Um...its raining outside....giving a gloomy...dark....gray feeling to everyone. (so who are you going to blame for writing the previous "paragraph"? Not me. That's right.The weather.Things inspire things.)

Maybe i'll work on another drawing or photograph?