There is something about the whole ordeal. unpleasant, ghastly, gruesome, fearsome, awe-striking, damn fantastic. We turn our head slightly, spitting out a mouthful of crimson onto the sweaty, slippery tarmac.
The taste of blood lingers; awful and yet all-too familiar. We don’t like strong tastes, unless it can be drowned by iced americano. The painful cuts and bruises we've been forced to feel is a sign that we are still alive. We are only human.
“Well, that's a pretty face you got there. What brings you to a fight club?" The flaw in the control we've got over ourselves, the crows that have entirely lost their flightpath. The wings turn to white. We won't stop the fight.
Introducing my new project, I'm on duty for my lovely class. it called "Kreasi Kelas". I'm making a collage. My classmates collage to fill up on our yearbook page. I'm excited for doing this! But now I'm just gonna show you its header. woo-hoo :D