Those days where the sky becomes the vast sea.
The smell of the ocean spread in the atmosphere.
When heart beat for no apparent of reasons,
and that inkling feeling that this day have been repeated before.
At night you drift and drift....
passing the city,
passing the people,
And following to that unknown voice
....that is calling to you.
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A piece i've been wanting to do for so long. im too tired to write anything else. just enjoy the art............
CURRENTLY: 4:17 am. O_-
edit: the background was sort of changed....and her dress is a little darker now.
cloud brush credit: getbrushes.com/weather-photosh…