Many places, I've come to know, People of different cultures, too; They all have their thing, Something that they can do, But not me, not yet, My talent has yet to show up. I write and write, plots And twists and poems and Even the rare favorite of The readers I've lured And ensnared in my blog. Yet deep inside, I force myself To write the words that meet The lines of text and thoughts. Then I turn to run, and Find the wind upon my face As I escape my life, But it always catches up, And the worries I face Distract me, making the Outside world obsolete. Even in reading, I find Myself buried in stories That show misfortune in the Lives of fictional characters, Directly only to do as they Were told by the writer. And yet, in stories there is a Beauty unmatched by reality, A world that eventually Results in kindness and Peace and excitement. And being in those worlds, If only for a mere moment, Is my hobby. If only I could Be the character in the ...
I am so not sorry. XD
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh! The subtitle is hilarious! ROFL
DeleteUhh.....idk how to feel about this.
ReplyDeletelol. It's amazing what ideas pop into your head during breakfast. XD
DeleteHow in the world did you think of this while eating breakfast?
DeleteMy sister was writing about campfires and one of the lines was about how the warmth of the fire toasted your toes. Then, out of pure sisterly love, I converted that into... whatever this is. XD
Delete-sighs- Sometimes it's best not to ask Kyra questions, Marysa xD
DeleteI've broken you.
Delete...I’m pretty speechless for once. Usually that only happens when I read Poe stories. Lol.
ReplyDeleteCongrats, Kyra! I’m officially horrified. :D
I really like this though. It’s unique!
lol
DeleteMission accomplished!
Thanks! I'm glad it's different.
Mmmmmm yummy Toe S'mores.
ReplyDeletesickos unite!
DeleteKyra, I am really worried about your brain. :p
ReplyDeleteLol We're all worried about her brain
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