Who am I?
"A teenager painting life post sunny skies in her own shades own of blue and grey, dull and mundane , yet beautiful"
Lines that start with "If I could ...." are so painful. They remind me of emotions I've experienced before but haven't been able to confess , to my own self or to anyone ever , their anger and fear borne numbness wording long dead dreams into a broken sentence , drawing parallels between a world we drew as kids and the one we lived through gasping for the very colors we were promised...
I am still stuck in a reality that doesn't exist anymore...
30.06.2021
wildest of desires, serendipitous dreams , fiery fingertips , and unknown prophecies ...
Vulnerable yet dominant
I wish to fill myself with answers to questions I've never asked, for my mind is a hesitant colossal of chaos and mysteries , and it demands , but wouldn't dare , to know , more...
I need to stop deactivating my social media accounts and calling it therapy
I am 🤏🏽 close to running away to some abandoned palace and secretly live there forever...
16.11.2021
30.12.2021
- "Long lost, and never found", Astha