The Dreams Of My Childhood

i wanna answer your ask but idk your online name 😭

is it demum?

I am not sure but you can call me "K" though!thanks for answering!

:)

fuck it. be creative even if you never really *make* anything. write out plot synopses of stories and then move on. design OCs you'll never use. make mood boards and concept art and don't do anything with them. life's too short to forget everything that inspired you and creation doesn't have to be "complete" to be worth the time you put into it.

Why mother?

why did you tear me apart

when you should have kept me together ?

when you should have held me a bit closer ?

Why father ?

why did you pull me down

and drowned me in my tears

when you should have been my ladder ?

when you should have kept me warm under your wings ?

Why sister ?

why did you spat venom and killed me inside

when you should have been my pillar ?

when you should have hugged me tighter ?

passion.

it's supposed to be the burning flame,

the light that guides you forward,

the torch that lits the way.

but

sometimes,

the flame reduces to nothing but a spark.

and

the light seems so far that all you see is darkness.

and sometimes,

the torch burns a bit too much,

leaving us all in burned pieces.

~K

today,

i shattered all the expectations and dreams.

destroyed all the hopes.

now i am left alone with all these broken pieces.

this time,

i hope i make something more beautiful with these pieces.

something worth protecting.

something worth fighting for.

Thanks for Listening

I write songs but no one listens  I write poems no one reads  A secret show with just one ticket  these words are dancing just for me 

Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom?  to play for no one but the sun  Don’t need the oohs and aahs of others  at my eternal party of one 

My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency  but if you can hear me... thanks for listening 

The thrill of writing a new sentence  dreaming up syllables that sing  Don’t need a chorus line behind me  I found a friend in all these keys 

Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom?  I tell myself don’t overthink I pour out my soul to these four walls give them all of my secrets to keep

My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency  but if you can hear me... thanks for listening 

Am I moving forward or standing still?  Is it fear of failing or am I chill?  I tell myself it’s not that deep  so I play in secret just for me 

But if you can hear me... Oh, if you can hear me... If you can hear me... thanks for listening