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A World of Dilute Darkness
Welcome to Cattleya's dark world. Usuyami no Sekai was taken from Witch Hunter Robin's opening song Shell.. which she thinks is a very appropriate name for her art blog. You'll see her works in this place.. the outlet of all her unsaid emotions. Please bear with all the sentimentality.
The Broken Maiden
Born Chantal Crisostomo on the 24th of April, 1991 in Manila, Philippines. Currently a junior student of Colegio de Sta. Ana, Taguig. A vain being. Broken. Makes everything hard for herself. Despite all of this, she has a lot of caring friends around her. Artistic and in touch with her feelings. She lurks in the darkness. She waits for a resonating voice to call for her name. She lives inside a dream. Join her in her misery.
The Mirror
Version Reflection features a doll image. Blue and Green. Gothic. Sister layout of Fading Innocence's Doll which was also made by Cattleya.
Dying Memoirs
Sketches of a fading scene
Libretto of an undiscovered melody
Sayings in a book of lies
Who Do You Love?
Breathe No More © Evanescence. Image from Google. Edited image using Adobe Photoshop 7.0. Codes made using MS Frontpage. Image hosted by Photobucket. Blog hosted by Tabulas.
Everything in Usuyami no Sekai belongs to Cattleya Shimizu otherwise stated. All Rights Reserved.
She Cries
Chantal has succesfully launched her art blog! So now, please bear with it. ^.^ The first four entries would come from my blog. I have to transfer it. Well anyway, enjoy all these crap.
As I sat by the window, I watched people as they passed by. I noticed time as it passed by. I watched him as he passed me by. Was I able to feel anything?
No. As I looked out the window, I felt nothing inside of me. No hurt, no love, no heartbeat. Maybe because I was hollow inside. Emptiness enveloped my heart. I did feel nothing, yet it seems that something was missing.
One by one, people asked me how I was doing. So I slowly turned to them and replied with a bittersweet smile. As long as I show them that I am contented with my loneliness, they won't bother me. And as I turned my back on them, tears slowly streamed down my face.
The purpose of my tears was unknown. It wasn't because of the dust from the dirty surrounding outside, that I am sure of. There was something else.
Yes. There certainly was something else.
Most of the time, people react to pain by crying whether it's physical pain or emotional pain. I wasn't hurt physically; I was at the comfort of my seat inside the safest place I know. I can't say I was hurt emotionally; I wasn't able to feel anything during that time. And why should I be hurt in the first place?
My tears had no meaning at all. I wasn't hurt. I felt nothing. I felt empty. Yet at the sight of his figure, my eyes were urged to generate tears.
To be continued.
Currently reading: Yume no Naka