Not all art has to be painted or framed,
Especially not mine,
Because I'm not as talented as Oprah.
I'm lost like Alice,
As mad as the Hatter.
A little variant in society, right alongside Loki.
I have a logical mind like Pearl,
Despite trying to seem more like a Steven.
I dream of flying with Peter Pan,
But I'm stuck on Earth in the real world.
A viewer, not a doer.
Making dreams rather than memories,
Longing and hoping,
Instead of deciding and jumping.
I wish I was
As motivated as Tiana,
As strong as Mulan,
As confident as Jasmine.
But here I am, trapped in the mundane,
Another Walter Mitty,
Surrounded by entire cities of Tony Starks,
Unable to make it across the doorstep.
Dreaming for someone to take my hand,
Give me a bit of pixie dust,
And teach me to fly.
YOU ARE READING
My Short Stories
Short StoryThese are all the sh*tty short stories I've written over the years. Whether in high school, college, or just a side project. Enjoy witnessing the opposite of a masterpiece being born.
