My dream job is probably to be an artist
To have a free canvas
I wish to paint my own destiny
To follow the strokes left by silver linings
Colors mixed of blues and the shittiest of greens
I want to paint the mountains as I see them
I want to sketch the tiniest of thoughts and the biggest of dreams and sometimes little clowns holding frogs having a tea party with a queen bee
I want to spend hours and countless sleepless nights working on something I love
Not something I have to love
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Bird-Like Heart
PoetryThis is about my kind of poetry. Feelings emotions, trauma, love, happiness, loss. The world is filled with all of these thing and this is how express it.
