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 ...
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ReplyDeleteLol Thanks. Nice new profile picture, btw
DeleteThanks! it was my first try at screen printing. I painted it on top of an old pillow case then burnt it to make it look like a battleworn tapestry. The problem was that when a cotton/polyester blend catches on fire, it drips melted, burning hot plastic blobs. :P
DeleteLol Classic Kyra
DeleteNow this conversation has evolved into a 90's sitcom. XD
DeleteI mean, why not? xD
Delete"You got it, dude!"
Delete~Full house, a 90's sitcom