i dreamt a clown, this clown, in nothing but dull colors rushed up my stairs and melted back down,.
back and forth, back and forth, eventually he stopped and cried at the end of my stairs, he had no eyes, one wouldnt have known he was crying but he had his hands buried in his face and he made such heartbreaking noise,
i turned but to walk away so he wouldnt see me (im a little afraid of clowns let alone strangers in my home) he turned to look at me, he stood i was afraid so i used my freaking legs and ran
hid my face under my blanket, i heard my door cleeping open, after ten minutes i peeked. there he stood at the end of my bed facing the side pointing at something, he was seemed so fixated on i wont mention what yet.. just that his face faded in an out and it was almost as if he drew himself an eye,
as if he was drawing himself an identity. it was actually quite interesting to watch
thank you my darling, i mist def will look him up lol out of curiosity! lol i was deadly afraid of this drawing so its quite ironic now that i am able to look at it, im rather drawn to it, i think it is because of the story behind it