“ Everything was bright and white, even in the night. ”
You draw characters speaking loud and clear but you’re not hearing them.” her mother told her, then she kissed her forehead and mumbled how she liked her art and went downstairs. Cecilia wrote these words on her bedroom wall, just behind her headboard for no one to see it but herself to know that it exists.
~ Basma Salem
She was always like this, only moves when her mind and heart tells her to move, not doing what everyone demanded her to do.
You draw characters speaking loud and clear but you’re not hearing them.
Every time she meets him, she feels like he was a new paper ready to be drawn. And she could clearly remember how the first time she met him, he was like a sketch paper filled with grey and blue and black, all mixed up together forming a confusing storm
