There was a girl who wasn’t good at expressing her feelings,
except writing poems.
There was a boy who wasn’t good at expressing what he felt
deep inside, except making art.
They met and collaborated; he was the body and she was soul.
Art isn’t beautiful without story to be told. And story isn’t
worth reading without art.
They simply needed each other.
Like a big oak tree with the sun shining gloriously to its
branches.
by Janica