The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
don't forget to post the ongoing poem in the spoiler...
Spoiler! :
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into
creation
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when
A
"Those moments when your in so deep, it feels easier to just swim down"
"I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a
Linebreak
Shadow
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?"
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a Shadow of
memories
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a Shadow of memories
reveals
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a Shadow of memories reveals
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a Shadow of memories reveals a
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties.
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a Shadow of memories reveals a universe
Dark
"Those moments when your in so deep, it feels easier to just swim down"
"I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a Shadow of memories reveals a universe
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a Shadow of memories reveals a universe Dark, Empty
Vulnerable
"Be courageous and try to write in a way that scares you a little."
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a Shadow of memories reveals a universe Dark, Empty, Vulnerable
Under the broken stars, I breathe in One more burst of light. Colors whirl like apocalyptic galaxies, hurling shards from across the night.
I closed my eyes and saw dulled visions, Cascading, smiling like lost people who have someone far away, waiting on a lovely windowsill. Staring that way they look through the darkened window, hoping against all galaxies, showing it's longing for home. And memories flash before my befuddled mind.
Nothingness melts into creation when a Shadow of memories reveals a universe Dark, Empty, Vulnerable, Green.
*new stanza*
Slowly,
You either worship something higher than yourself or end up worshiping yourself
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