Blinking Cursor
Maybe after a series of dawn, my story is already written in young minds. Even if my pen slips off the line creating a lighting of confusion. I always try to close my eyes without having a visions of my passions burning down. I am afraid of the outcome if I wouldn't be able to settle the flames in the border of my paper. But if I'm talking candidly, maybe I'm just hoping to have it for a lifetime.
Maybe after a series of storm, every chaos I feel will find new ways not to rip my heart out. And this time, I'll break patterns. Because I still look in the side of the mirror wondering how this emptiness in me became an electrical storm but still dazzling with light and intensity. It has been hard for me lately. Staring blankly at the walls, watching the shadows my desk lamp creates.
There, there was a combination of gentle and wild of how the critic on my shoulder questions my words. A combination of light and dark and the heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach that makes it harder for me to breathe.
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Blue Envelopes
PoezieI will find you in the deepest hideout of your scars or in an empty secret field of my longing metaphors.
