casually scrolling through youtube and found this...
"I hope you fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and you feel at home when you look at them."
...my stupid heart is melting
casually scrolling through youtube and found this...
"I hope you fall in love with someone who never stops choosing you and you feel at home when you look at them."
...my stupid heart is melting
I've realized that deciding where to start your story so it isn't too early so the reader doesn't get bored and too far ahead so that they have some back story is the single most frustrating thing I've ever done.
Why is being pretty such a big deal? Being and saying I'm beautiful doesn't act as a shield. It doesn't numb the pain and it doesn't heal wounds. It doesn't stop people from hurting me...it doesn't do anything. Matter of fact sometimes it's like an unwritten permission for people to treat you worse. So why does it matter to so many people? Why do so many seek that kind of validation. Everyone's suffering...being beautiful doesn't help.
The smile is still fake no matter how pretty it is.
Silence in it's own right is a language that I've come to know. It's a complicated thing, no one's silence is the same. It speaks levels, it censors all that is within. Mine is complicated. Don't try to decipher it...that'll make me even more pissed.
Well, I did it...I finally published something. It feels almost surreal. I never thought of myself as a writer. I guess I'm breaking my own expectations tonight.
@SK_Nori
I took you down
Took away the spotlight
Stuffed you in a corner
Hide your mike
Made you quiet
Left you unseen
Why?
This is about me
I've no good at writing
No good at speaking out
My words turn to mush
Once they've left my mouth
Up in my head
Its a perfect picture
A picture you can't see
Cause I'm too scared
Too plain
Too cliche
Writing is so hard
Maybe one day
When I'm feeling better
Inside especially
I'll let it out
Hopefully
Defeat this creative drought
That's not today
Not tomorrow
But...someday
When I'm not feeling hollow