Skyler

Will you be talking Hidden Wings off hold anytime soon. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for it….. love your poetry by the way

It's funny how my glass is half full, but your coffers half empty. I chose to tend to my grass while you burnt the greener side. My glasses aren't rose tinted, but they still give me clarity, yet you traded for the colored ones along with your sanity.
          
          ~s
          
          (Happy Choti Diwali to everyone! Hopeing you spend it happily with loved ones)
          
          
          
          
          

@Srihaan aight, on it lol

UPDATED "Can You Feel It?"
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/330642419?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=SkylerChase29
          
          Go check out the new chapter and let me know in the comments what you thought of it! Don't forget to vote :)
          
          (Not my best but at least I wrote lol)
          Thank you for your support and patience!

Seeing all these votes and comments and follows stack up on my books again reminds me of the fact that my books are read and actually enjoyed and tbh, seeing the current book scene - man, I'd read my own piece over wtv they publish these days too (why has the quality gone down sm like, what???)
          
          I really should write and update at least CYFI....I might. No promises. But I kinda feel like doing it. Real badly. I'm just lost T_T

Poetry excerpt number....smtg ig:
          
          To be loved was a misfortune,
          For your plans for me manifested in ruin.
          Because I never thought at your hands I'd bleed, 
          Courtesy of your once thoughtful deeds.
          The garden of my being was blooming full and white,
          And then you tainted it, your passion running red.
          Now its a dark, withering space,
          and I've locked it once again.
          The empty rocking chair,
          in my heart sits the same 
          The phantom of your presence,
          Not yet erased.
          
          ~s

Sneak Peeks into some more poetry stuff heh:
          
          I'll wear those woollen gloves you gifted me.
          For only those glow now with your warm heat.
          Your footprints in the snow are imprinted too deep,
          But the body carrying your weight has long since left me.
          
          ~s

Since you guys said its okay to post some poetry, I'll put excerpts here and there (world limit too):
          
          Every sunrise feels like an apology I can't accept,
          And every dusk brings with it a soul deep unrest.
          The blanket of the night used to bring me some respite,
          But you've stolen all the stars I stitched in over time.
          And now it's a moonless sight because even the goddess left 
          After encountering your atrocious kind.
          
          ~s

          Softly whisper to me,
          Your secrets and hesitancies,
          I'll cradle them like they're my own
          And breathe in tune until you return to sanity.
          Until my colors seep into you,
          All these bright paints and sunset hues.
          
          ~s

I'd thought things would be looking up and genuinely gotten back to writing but that really lasted 2 weeks before my whole world just went BOOM and now I'm stumbling and tripping a little and trying to ease the waves of grief that come and go, filling my lungs with water and making me sputter. How did I write? All these books, with elaborate settings, I loved them. When did my head stop running with scenes and lines and plot twists and the unraveling of the whole book? Now, my mind rings silent. But it's slowly, slowly getting back, and I am genuinely trying.
          
          And now I want smtg more from my writngs too. To dig deeper through my works. I've read so much more variety, changed so much, and now I am trying to find my voice and style, and its a grey area. I can't remember or put in the same charm. But I want to still do it.