catharsis
the adversities burning along with the skyscrapers crashing down around me elicited a spark of inspiration deep within my lackluster. i found another piece of me i've never seen before—a part that understood my ghastly thoughts, my forlorn imageries. the art of mellowing mayhems was living inside me all along.dlevazdrafts
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flower-named cutie
Today 8:12 amdo you want to know how i started writing?! hehe 😌
yes
i'm interestedOKY OKY kasi ganito......
HEHE i'm nervous 😔take your time, fleur
oky ito na talaga....
i grew up in adoption home kasi
medyo nakakahiya aminin but i got rejected many times
i was starting to think that i was the problem kasi why not?
i got thrown there na nga tapos every time adopters come in, they turn me down
LIKE right in front of my salad 🤨❓you weren't, fleur
if they didn't want you, then it's probably the best they let you be rather than letting you grow in a unloved householdYEAH but it gets tiring...... hearing the same voices talk to you over and over again......
na nobody wants me, na i'd stay there unparented, or na i wasn't worth it to be in a family BLAH BLAH
you know marceau, right? i met him there! he actually suggested that i find an outlet for that kasi he did which is songwriting!
painting seemed fine at first but i didn't feel quite satisfied as i did with writing
i always came back running to ityou also paint?
Wow 😌❗
back at it again with the also, delonix!i don't consider myself a painter
i just take a painting class every once in a whileme too! sometimes!
we have so many similarities pala 😌that's a topic for another time
go on with your story, fleurOBVI it helped me a lot A LOT
writing is an exploration, you know that, right? i was able to explore myself with it, learn more about the monsters under my bed and discover the skeletons in my closet....
the tricky road home always left me lost but i found something in writing that i wouldn't find anywhere else—a real home, a refuge
BINABASA MO ANG
Mirific Flower Petals
RomanceThe versicolor horizon holds the vastness of tomorrow yet it reeks of mishaps and miseries. Even with ebony skies dusking the heavens, my words remain strong, never holding me back as I disappear into my solitude of wonders. It was more than just a...