our still lives posed
Hello. I'm Donya. I'm 21 years old, and a final year animation student at the University of Wales, Newport. I'm currently in the middle of producing a short animation for my degree - and so most of my journal will be taken up talking about that.
I'm a bit of a geek - comics, video games, tv shows, films, and books. I'm rather fond of fashion, and art. My political views run quite liberal, and my religious ones… well. They're practically non-existent.
like a bowl of oranges
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I got your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.