Illustrations

The Cupboard 

A rectangular, fatty looking, dark brown cupboard was standing there, with dimmed-shiny corners and boundaries, giving it a finished look. All of its drawers were imaginable by its outside appearance. It was so dark that it was melting in the surrounding darkness that embraces it. Outlined boundaries were protesting against the night, protesting for the rebirth of its antiquity and demanding the rights the cupboard have in the past. Also, the body is so clear and smooth it doesn't look like it has abandoned for years. The eyes on the knobs were staring in the eyes of the darkness. Yellow-orange plant in a pale golden vase beside giving fragrance of life in this darkness too.

One More Flight

Maybe it was her one of those first flights of life. Those early flights, full of so many efforts, so much fun and excitement and full of so many falls. The most harrowing fall is from the newest flight, and she is preparing for that fall. Her head inclined, piercing the thick sky with her newly born but pointed beak. She is so excited that she wants to fly with or without wings. She wants to ride over the sky. Swim across the blue air of the sky. Her wings are looking younger against her excitement. Their strength is looking weak against the power to dream. Her wings are trying unsatisfied flapping to  fulfill her expectations. The wings are so tiny that they can't handle the bundle of her dreams. She wants to cross the sky, and they are just too new to flap even.

The Blue Water

As read in comics, in fantasies or as seen in stories before. It doesn't look like that. A pale blue or blackish blue layer of fluid with some green stuff over was shimmering. It was spreading quite bad vibes. Not an impressive appearance. In an irregular oval-shaped, the pond had stains over its fluid. Surrounding grass is grown old. Lost its green and acquired the whiteness of afternoon sunlight. Some green is also trying to born within those whites. The grass looked like a crowd of spiky white and green, akin to the darkish blue water of the pond.

Cat

 She looked determined and converged. Her deep black eyes were keenly targeting to the pray. Her grey-white furs stood as they have to march towards the capital collectively.  Her appearance was fatty and round, sitting on her legs, her tail curved from its origin like the  blind turn of footpaths in villages and comes in front of its leg.

The Seperation

Nothing has been written, 

Nothing will be written,

Or write something,

that has vanished, doesn't matter to anyone.

A large, infinitely vast and long enough to reach. A great white wall. Pure white. White and pure like a still-born. White like a divine light. When the first ray of mourning sun penetrates my pupil, it make my soul curious. The approachable length is showing me another side of the wall. With such hopes and excitement, I was trying to lean against the wall. But that reachable is not that reachable. It was high. But who can stop the skies. They cross every boundary of each country. I can see it.  The atmosphere of the other side. White. Pure white.