I have a ridiculous little "realization":
I write as though I write (or draw) in Heiroglyphs.
Bits and pieces,
I tailor them
into a singular thought
that almost always makes no sense.
To no one,
But me.
But, well, to be honest,
Even with me,
It seems incoherently
Out of context.
With every confusing word there is
But none of its sophistication and aethetics,
My works are but a poor replica
Of an art
that deserves much more
Than this.
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The last a/n made me come up with this. I can't sleep tho (a/n as in alter ego's note: it's 1 am na, matulog ka na lng kaya 😒) and it took me a while to find the right media that could atleast relatively come close to the the "thought" of this specific work. Lol.
Btw, every media I use, it's not mine. Ctto. 😄
YOU ARE READING
Artemis' Pensieve
Non-FictionLyrics to the hymns of my messed up mind... Or atleast something that resembles it..
