Twenty sixth Day Ink Drawing #inktober

Everybody has a ghost within the darkest place of his heart, within an abyss so deep and dark even he sometimes is afraid to go deeper into it. From time to time the ghost appears, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Wait, that’s not true. There is something you can do about it. You can either accept it as an inseparable part of your true self, or you can keep running away from it and hating yourself for knowing it’s your own ghost.

Or, you can take a brush and ink and draw it…


I created my ghost. It is my own ghost. In a way, my ghost is my child, and no parent should reject a child.




It is my ghost, and I love it…


~ by edwinlives4ever on October 26, 2014.

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