a young lady finds herself inking down the words her heart could never say to another soul. these very virtual pages hold memories, moments, and musings from her childhood. moments that are now turning into a mere figment of her brain which are told...
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what was a warning never felt like one, of course, warnings are subtle in their nature, barely there, blinking pigment by pigment. all the while she was a stoned sculpture, unknown to the beats of the translucent rectangle. she's a weirdo they say, for she would turn her head at the slightest notch it hurted her, these rhythms that were dissonance over the years, these would be melodies that would exist, in their unwavering, tightened grasp with no escape. these would be melodies because they would exist, wherever she turned. she'd always been someone that stood out, this didn't make much of a difference. after all, it was just another way for them to call her weirdo. it wasn't a bad thing really, not at that time.
no, it wasn't, since, she could be her.
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*･ﾟ ✦ hiya dearies!
gonna be an evil writer and leave this up to your interpretation *cue the mwhahah* ofc maybe you know what it means, maybe you don't. it's okay either way <3 it's getting easier to write these poems as I go one by one. I've been holding on & not letting go of all these experiences and moments for so long that it's been a really exhausting weight over my shoulders. I've made peace that whatever happened had to happen to bring me here today BUT that shouldn't be the strand to hold me to the past.
this whole series is me letting go. to be free.
I hope today, you can do something to let go of something that's holding you back. you deserve to not have boulders over your shoulder no matter where you are in your timeline. I'm proud of you always & forever for coming to the point in your timeline that you are. you're impeccable. you're strong. you're amazing. and, you're worth it. chin up, keep your head up, and get that stride. never let anyone make you forget how precious and rare you are.
qotd: I think childhood is sometimes that stage where it's a bit of a weird one and a bit of an okay one. I want to know if you have anything weird to share about your childhood! I have a lot of unusual ones but still it's something I hold dear to my heart <3 how was this chapter? any thoughts about this poem? reaction/emoji's are always welcome :D constructive criticism is always welcome!
～ sylvia ✨
* * * keep breathing, <3 yourself, be + always, something is always possible, stay safe & ily ;)
hope you have a wonderous day/night <3
QOTD: "Approach the game with no preset agendas and you'll probably come away surprised at your overall efforts."
