%// emotions from a midnight notebook venting session
ask me about my family
and I will tell you ancient legends of the most perfectly imperfect people I've ever met
legends of people who influenced me and who I look up to
legends of the people who molded me to who I am and how my biggest fear is continuing the cycle of family trauma
ask me about my friends
and I will with share you great tales of amazing deities of good and love and magic
tales of people who I chose to love and trust and my dream of forever having this bond between us
tales of people so great that everyday I doubt if I mean the same way to them and am constantly in fear if messing up and breaking what I see as a fragile, precious antique
ask me about myself
and I will downplay my abilities and put on a front
"Oh I'm learning how to draw, oh yes I write a little, oh yes I guess I have an interest in clothing,"
I will share no legends, no tales of myself
for I do not see myself as worthy of being spoken so highly about
I see myself as average, plain, bland - vanilla, if you would
that's me
just a pure bland vanilla girl, trying in vain to be someone in this harsh world
YOU ARE READING
a book of lovely words
Poetrysometimes the world can feel like a bit much and the day can make you feel pressured for productivity - that is where I come. allow me to cradle you with loving words, each serving a purpose to leave you feel safe and warm for you are doing so much...
