Under the warm water I find my silence.
No thoughts or repercussions,
Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing.
My writing is nothing.
My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance.
My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious.
Hidden.
Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play its typical role.
I’m a writer. A painter. A [...]
Tags: truth
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return policy.
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utter divine.
Does she ever truly want to fall in love? Be happy?
She knows it is capable, but what comes next?
Suppose she does find happiness, and striving for many years, she finally finds it.
Looking back, will it be worth it?
What is happiness? Children? A house? A nice car?
Freedom is being able to enjoy a sunday evening laying [...] -
dear world.
Dear world.
My hatred for your mistakes grow each day.
You say that children should have a chance.
Where is my fucking chance?
Where is it.
I am your creation.
Your hope.
Yet, every day you throw more obstacles my way.
My eyes weep because hope is lost.
Humanity disgusts me.
And every face I see sickens my insides of hate and confusion.
I was once [...] -
seeing double.
There are a couple things in this life that are horrible, perhaps not having legs, or not being able to hear, but the one I would say is the worst is being alone.
Is this a rant? Yes. It fucking is.
Dont like it? Dont read it.
I suppose there are certain moments in life when you exagerate [...] -
see.
Her every step hits the ground one after the other.
As if letting go of each unhappy event occured that day, she runs.
She has found it.
The one thing that can actually give her peace.
Alone in silence, she passed each house, wondering what those people might be doing, if they are happy, or sad, or maybe even [...]
