It was a slow and delicate falling, one where she got tangled in the pure prettiness of the world, and slowly escaped into the shifting iridescence in the back of her irises. They say she fell into a fairytale. Her dainty body stumbling across the lines and clambering around the illustrations. They say that the … Continue reading
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I saw flowers, upon clouds of bubblegum
I see flowers. Whilst I am descending. Not the polite descending, Where you are being gently lowered to the ground, upon clouds of bubblegum. I am descending. Into my own cried up storm. Into velvety pain that has already been worn. But this pain was worth hundreds of dollars. It is your highest designer, And … Continue reading
Appreciating time
We base our lives around time. Around the watch sitting on our writs, and the tick tick tick of two clock hands. We plan everything based on when we will get there, how long it will take to get ready, and when we will get home. We make judgements upon people by looking at how … Continue reading
Illustrations
Once upon a time, I was scribbled onto a spare piece of paper. I was drawn in a bold, black ink. I was power. I was bravery. I was living, breathing , darkness, dancing upon a piece of paper. I tried to dance the darkness away, because darkness will always become your foe, and I … Continue reading
False
We used to have green ticks above our heads. They were less a warning sign, and more a symbol telling you to come a little closer, to get a little more. Because we were the perfect ones. We used to have green ticks above our heads. We would soak in happiness and love like a … Continue reading
The beauty behind being kind
Right now I am feeling happy. Which does not happen often anymore. So I figured I should write it down and document it, to prove to myself that every day is not a sad day. Even if my happiness only lasts a little while. Today, I am feeling happy because I went out and made … Continue reading