Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait, all will be revealed
Kashmir 1975, 2007
Full version of my comic Counting Stars, which I drew for a competition.
I am sure many of you have seen this before, but since it has reached a milestone I never thought possible I wanted to say a few things:
THANK YOU to everyone who has contacted me to tell me how it made them feel better, or made them cry, or that simply that they really understood it.
THANK YOU to everyone who has started following my art as a result.
And THANK YOU to everyone who has asked me if I am okay :) I am. The comic is not autobiographical at all, but if it was I would feel very happy and loved right now thanks to your awesome support.
((OH MY JESUS THIS IS PERF
this is really sweet, i waNNA CRYYYYyy
Is it weird that I sort of have a crush on the Man Dressed in White? I mean he just seems like such a nice guy who listens and he wears a suit. That’s really all I could ask for.
This makes me cry every time.