writing
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Can spring bloom with winter, Can sweet and sour blend in taste Honestly, i am trying to be in the zone and write some thing artistic but i am watching The Marvellous Misadventures of Flapjack. And Capn Knuckles genuinely was so shitty with Flapjack. Anyways, I think this era of my life is called “Bruh”
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I have made many mistakes in my life. Some people may excuse their behavior and blame it on liquor, stress, loss…. but mine was simple. Boredom. Boredom breeds curiosity and i was curious. Curious about the feel of his lips… hard or soft to the touch, I had imagined him lifting me against a wall
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I never believed growing up, i would ever have to face the reality “Not everyone would like you” And for some, they may have had the unfortune moment to experience the times you were unkind…hurting….confused….aching and these moments would give them all the colors they need to paint a picture of you on a canvas
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To tell this story, I have to go back, as i write the complication spread out, the overthinking each sentence. I fear i may not be doing these memories justice, I only want to transfer the feeling, the sensations, the clear brightness and tone of each experience to my readers. so you can maybe see
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Prologue You know… Back in the day i used to be a party girl… I had a good balance of friends were with the right connections, I would be booth in and skipping the line. Now, bit by bit, i lost all those friends. In the art of “self-progression” one by one they faded. And
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Dearest gentle reader, It has honestly been a while i made a blog, i have spent alot of time wondering what i even want this platform to be about and there are so many people saying and doing so many wonderful things on here. My voice might get lost and in real life i do
power, poetry & Passion 