This shorty today is about... Uhm... Well... I don't know really, maybe something to do with cycles again? Never mind.
The goosebumps glimmer and glow, flowing towards the fire.
The last moments of a raindrop as it falls from the sky
- Roman god of beginnings, gates, transitions, motion, time, duality, doorways, passages, frames, and endings. (phew, many things indeed)
We live in a vicious cycle.
Cycles make you feel like you're trapped.
A longer prose story on summer vacation! Enjoy!
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Where it stops nobody knows
Dark times and moods, you know! 🍂 (with art from Pinterest)
*Edit* The winner of the quote contest by @poeticworld, for the quote on Solitude ☺️
A cyclic life leads to cyclic moods.
A mix of prose and poetry that I wrote up about the environment. Credits to @queenoctober for the general prompt.
they wish you were here mother... but to me you still are
Inspired by a painting from Van Gogh called "Sorrow"
And I will be the first in line to take a bite from your peach.
The circle of blame, the circle of pain.
The air feels heavy as I drag myself to school, like I'm in an ever-shrinking snow globe
i just wrote what i have been feeling right now, so its kinda an impromptu so,,,,, sorry in advance :>