Glittering lights
Accompany the nights
Where I lie awake
And think of my mistake.
Why did I make space for these clouds
That are the fog inside my head?
In my mind there are no lights but instead
There is the embodiment of these clouds
It is the mistake of not writing down
And letting myself drown
In my own thoughts and doubts.
-Aster Jinn
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An Artistic Approach To Life
General FictionThis is not a blog - although one might read a chapter and think it is. This is not a collection of short stories - although one might read a chapter and think it is. What this is supposed to be exactly isn't even clear to myself. Each chapter will...
