EliseBunny

What is love but infatuation turned into a need to not be alone? We don't love but leech off of others so that we won't wake to an empty  bed.

EliseBunny

A painter stands facing his canvas on a cloudy afternoon, as he prepares to begin painting a flower. The flower he paints represents the woman who broke his heart. With each stroke and colour he chooses, the canvas mirrors his inner turmoil and heartache. He knows that the piece will forever bring him sadness, and in creating this piece, he etches his melancholy into history and yet, he still continues . . .

EliseBunny

A broken man stands in front of a demolished city which he used to call home, memories and feelings flood all over himself remembering precious moments realizing at the same time that these will never come back, a father he used to admire, a mother he used to cherish, a girl he used to love. He embraces these last feelings of happiness he had as he carries on with a smile and a tear in his eye, because a man's will is stronger than the melancholy in his heart.