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"There is no lid, you need no lid;
I trust you'll never leave me."

B A C K S T O R Y _

I really do keep a jar, one that I've had since I was very young.
I'd tell it all my secrets and then I'd screw the lid down tight.

No one knew of this, and I kept this jar high, safe, and hidden.
For all my care and devotion, I believed it would reciprocate,
and offer words of comfort for my confessions of fear and doubt.
But all my life, it listened, and only listened.

Now I hold a different sort of jar, one without a lid.

I still keep the one I've had for all those years; it was a friend.
One whose surface would fog up for the breath of my words,
whom I'd always loved and confined to. I was content.
It was so precious to me that I was able to do anything for it,
even as far as making my mind believe the love was real,
that there really was a voice.

But I need not pretend any more.
Not since I heard a tiny voice from within.
A voice that spoke as much as it listened.

Light of my eyes, joy of my life.

We found each other in the dark.

Dedicated to you , the voice in my jar.
Happy 19th birthday. I love you.

D E T A I L S _

Tools: Photoshop CS, Wacom Cintiq 17"
Time taken: 21 hours, step-process involved
Full res: 4500x3000
Special thanks: ~Nicoh , `blackzer0 , ~eclipsic , =geckokid

Thanks for looking :]

Description
"There is no lid, you need no lid;
I trust you'll never leave me."

B A C K S T O R Y _

I really do keep a jar, one that I've had since I was very young.
I'd tell it all my secrets and then I'd screw the lid down tight.

No one knew of this, and I kept this jar high, safe, and hidden.
For all my care and devotion, I believed it would reciprocate,
and offer words of comfort for my confessions of fear and doubt.
But all my life, it listened, and only listened.

Now I hold a different sort of jar, one without a lid.

I still keep the one I've had for all those years; it was a friend.
One whose surface would fog up for the breath of my words,
whom I'd always loved and confined to. I was content.
It was so precious to me that I was able to do anything for it,
even as far as making my mind believe the love was real,
that there really was a voice.

But I need not pretend any more.
Not since I heard a tiny voice from within.
A voice that spoke as much as it listened.

Light of my eyes, joy of my life.

We found each other in the dark.

Dedicated to you , the voice in my jar.
Happy 19th birthday. I love you.

D E T A I L S _

Tools: Photoshop CS, Wacom Cintiq 17"
Time taken: 21 hours, step-process involved
Full res: 4500x3000
Special thanks: ~Nicoh , `blackzer0 , ~eclipsic , =geckokid

Thanks for looking :]