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I'll always be connected without wifi

Because nobody thinks it's worth some little money for the wifi to reach the highest floors

Because nobody thinks it's wort a little money to buy an extender

So they use their own data instead

Ignoring their wifi connection

I wonder why I have such a bad wifi connection in my room?

I'll always be connected without wifi

Because nobody thinks it's worth some little money for the wifi to reach the highest floors

Because nobody thinks it's wort a little money to buy an extender

So they use their own data instead

Ignoring their wifi connection

I wonder why I have such a bad wifi connection in my room?

I'll always be connected without wifi

Because nobody thinks it's worth some little money for the wifi to reach the highest floors

Because nobody thinks it's wort a little money to buy an extender

So they use their own data instead

Ignoring their wifi connection

I wonder why I have such a bad wifi connection in my room?

I'll always be connected without wifi

Because nobody thinks it's worth some little money for the wifi to reach the highest floors

Because nobody thinks it's wort a little money to buy an extender

So they use their own data instead

Ignoring their wifi connection

I wonder why I have such a bad wifi connection in my room?

abstract art he says

i dont much understand it

he says its intriguing

i find questions with no answers

he says in a good way

i tell him i can't stand not knowing

he says im like abstract art

i dont much understand it

If I am to become another berry picked too ripe so I can be sold to the masses I will use the cut I was given so you can rot away in the warm sun on the vines. I won't let you, my daughter, be eaten by the people even if you must eat me alive in exchange.

snippet of Dear Daughter I Never Wanted

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sometimes i feel like a flower searching for sunlight in the soil.

theres this one drawing that i spent hours on, that i put a lot of effort into. everybodys just treating it like trash despite my best efforts to keep it nice and pristine. my cat is using it as bedding right now.

i feel like there’s a metaphor somewhere here.

Wings

Amid the cries of a fallen angel

There echoes the sound of a mourning mother

She begs for an end at the feet of the reaper

And exists the same as all the days before

She weeps, she screams

For her child has changed

But maybe for the better

Without warning came trumpets and banners that flew

“I’m different!” The angel shouted

Thinking this was the answer

The solver of problems, of worries and woes

Mother and father

They disagreed

They held their ears

Begged for an end

Squinted and questioned

“Who are you again?”

The angel, they whimpered, confused and afraid

Were these not their parents?

The people who taught, cared, and loved?

This woman and man, who were they if not?

Retreating on wings to their haven, safe at last

Confined and understood at least they had that

The people who talked, worried and helped

This was their family, without even a doubt

Thunder, lightning, questions, it rained

The mother and father they asked again and again

Without satisfaction they took the angel’s wings

Convinced without flight everything was explained

“A feeling!” The angel cried, “a thought in my head!”

“These people I’ve talked to, they heard what I said!”

“Understanding, relation, they know how I’ve felt!”

“They helped when I thought I couldn’t be helped!”

Silence, not one single word

The mother fret, the father read

Desperately turning thoughts through their heads

How could it be?

Our angel so sweet?

Trapped with the mind of a demon so mean?

“You’re lying,” they announced, matter of fact

“This isn’t the truth, this author proves that”

Papers and words and books and things

Page after page to justify disbelief

Not knowing who’s thoughts were whose

The angel now doubted the melodies they blew

“Did I lie?” They thought, “was I too hasty to speak?”

“Should I have waited more days or more weeks?”

The angel now mourned, hiding again

Bloodied and torn flesh on their back, wings lost to the wind

A feather in hand, a tattered lifeline

A beacon of hope in the dark of the nights

Plotting for futures that came and went

“Should I keep going like this? Can I reach the end?”

The feather, it twisted and turned

Their clammy grip kept it tight

Reluctant to lose more but too weak to fight

Reflections

We are all broken mirrors Stuck reflecting the imperfect image of ourselves Focusing on the cracks of our own mortality. 

Jagged truths that cut deeper through flesh than any blade ever could Blood pooling in depths far beyond what any dark soul would Sins mean nothing in this world of emptiness To suffer in silence, or to scream with madness? For your mind to be flayed or your voice to be hoarse? To be ignored completely or stared upon in pity?

What matters most in the land of lost dreams That worn out piece of hope that you cling to so tightly Just let it go, and drift away; Just hold it tight, and keep fighting.

I was going to finish it but gave up, honestly I spent so much time on it that I’m just forcing myself to like it

🥺😱

candles

light the candles

watch the flame flicker

don’t get too close

don’t get burned please

feel the warmth

the warmth of my heart

smell the scent

i can’t escape this feeling

Sometimes its good to roll some dice. Afterall, it might be the only way to move forward.

- Skye the salt queen

Is it just me or can you find the full range of human emotion in the average notes app? I’ve got vents, poems about nature, to do lists, and then the most random vague thoughts that I don’t remember writing.

What does this mean??? Don’t ask me

The Sunshine Child

In old photos I am the sunshine child.

I am blonde and I am bright.

And I am always smiling.

I am not sunshine anymore.

Instead I am angry.

I am volatile. Twisted.

I contain a hurricane.

There are days when I am so angry,

I want to hurl my fists against the wall.

I want to break something.

Match the way I feel broken myself.

I miss her, the sunshine child.

I miss laughing like she did.

I miss the warmth

I never smile anymore.

But she is gone and I have left a trail of destruction in my wake.

"Life is just another game of chess,and I am the only Knight who can see beyond the board "

"I ,in any situation, can't imagine you leap over another person"

Protagonist and antagonist have a completely normal conversation

Walk softly, the forest feels shy today

Hidden in plain sight

Could be about both. Let the metaphor have tension. It's more beautiful that way~~ 🩷🩵🤍👅

Changing the definition of woman to mean eat another woman is so real