He walked into the room and found no one, not a hair, not a breath of air, nothing. He realized then that everything had stopped or at least slowed down significantly, the fan, the clouds even the door slamming shut in slow motion. The world...his world, was slowly dying. He could not understand why, was it because of the alliances and friendship he had broken away from, was it his newly accustomed rude manner, or was it inevitable, all things with a beginning surely have an end.

He walked outside into the green grass of his lawn, the sun rays had slowed down to the extent that he could see them, particles of light in single lines streaking down in a dragged motion. He attempted to clasp them, but they would faze through the gaps of his hand. He took a breath in and sighed deeply, and listened....

He heard Silence…

Suddenly as he opened his eyes the world around him had turned a dull grey, someone had stated this had happened to them before, was it just him...his eyes playing tricks? On the other hand, had it always been like this, was he just to stubborn to admit it?
He clapped his hands twice, they made the sound of a computer mouse clicking, and so the world around him began to rewind paced at first and gradually blurring faster and faster.

Everything was gone now, a big white space, a blank page.
Just him, this white sheet of paper, and silence.

In short, I'm leaving, I will not leave anything not even this journal entry. It's not that Deviant art is actually boring, it's not school either because I'm doing average in all my classes (but two). The problem could be the lack of visitors, but it's more about the lack of interest in me. I have gone around Deviant ART looking at other people's galleries and journals and I realized.

A) A lot of artist are much better than me, so I will always be no.10 in a group of elitist.

B) With all due respect to everyone's views many journals I read are pointless. I don’t think I can bare to comment on certain people’s journals (considering they expect me to have an opinion some times) Do not take offense if you are reading this, I’ve been reading a lot of novels lately and believe everything should have plot, purpose and near perfection, without those it’s just scrap.

C) I will never actually develop enough interest (The time is always in abundance) to start and finish a comic, let alone a gallery of pictures.

So I will just be leaving, this notice will be left until I feel it has served its purpose