We are Dust & Shadow

Countless Decay By: fxEVo
For 4 years, I sketched so many things in my sketchbooks, and realize there are countless faces I created and let them be forgotten. My friends tell me they are alive, they are waiting for being painted beautifully, being present with the world, being loved, being remembered. I say: They are just dust and shadow of my pencil. But I will give very small number of them a chance to be seen, at least, the vastly rest will ... decay.