Don't have anyone rant to,
my only resort
I start to levitate,
after facing the levity , distraught
Stabbing the brush,
choppy strokes
The beauty it creates,
trembling my heart chokes
I stop capsizing, gasp and stare
Into the kaleidoscope, held up in the air
~lavie
Yes...
Tho i m a novice, an apprentice
I do paint
I am more inclined towards watercolours
The way the swirl of paint forms colours beyond me,
when it seeps into the familiar touch of the paper
It gets to me...
It soothes me
Makes me even for a while, get lost, forget
The tirade of fury in my chest
The quivering palpitations of my then lion heart
It morphs
Changes
How i adore that word, change
How easily can it shatter the mirrors of perspectives we formulate in our schematic minds
I change
Docile?
No
The hurt, my dyspepsia
It lingers
But for once, i marvel and realise my potent, my powress
My capabilities,
My self esteem
This tastes iron-ic(get it!)
But i brush🖌 aside this permuted side of me
And admire this fresco upon my dripping surface
My creation,
It's overwhelming
The ray of sunshine, remember?
I feel it too
YOU ARE READING
snippets
Randombits and pieces of my trashy life constantly facing levity, it's nthn really... but u could skimm thru, just my dsytopia
