Then I simply imagined it wasn’t there.
You're like the sky , just after the sun sets .
When art doesn’t translate..
The two forever in circulation; caught in a delicate balance.
I'm dying from the heat. Welp, enjoy this short I wrote while being distracted by Youtube videos [♪ ddu-du ddu-du du ♪].
Heaven was contained in the meter with which you were speaking,
but that doesn’t mean I still don’t question its existence.
For @stadarooni who gave me the prompt of writing something relating to surrealism or dreams. :)
The words fall from my fingertips, Like raindrops slipping down a misty window.
Just something I came up with for the the daily prompt. I'm sick so it sounds a little woe is me lol
We are @Tdog16, @ivoryannalise, and @potatoesarefab
What if's and but's lead down many roads...
The ability to create is a wonderful thing.
the brushes and her skills revived those eyes once again.
Twist in my stomach Emotions start to spill
They say love and obsession are spun from the same yarn.
This is for the broken.
Create something beautiful.
(thanks to my very good friend for the analogy and for always helping me get up again.)