[ a novice writter, stitching my own quilt of creativity ] enjoyer of prose writing, poetic and emotional art-trying my best to express my mind in a healthy way-
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all good things come in threes - art by me from 2023 🌹 reblog is ok, don’t repost/edit/use
— it’s like there’s a door in my mind. and behind it is, is the entire ocean. — and what will happen if you open the door? — i’ll drown.
There’s power in telling yourself ”no we don’t do that anymore” in response to self destructive urges.
I don't want to panic about all these small things anymore
I’m just always scared that everything will only keep getting worse. Scared that it’s and endless downward spiral leading to a lonely ending. All these small things keep reminding me of the fact that there’s nothing I have control over. A part of me still wants to control everything even though I know that’s impossible.
It's always risky killing off a character but if you have to, you must have them HAUNT the narrative. Let their death and absence be constantly felt at some level.
My feather has dried out and the papers are torn...My ink's coagulated and the mind is worn...
Saying I'm tired without saying I'm tired
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