Twisted heart Recurring patterns Kaleidoscopic Unreal, Vivid, Ethereal, Empty- Shimmer. Tightly woven narratives Intertwined fingers, lacing Rigid Stubborn Like the single strand of my hair That sticks out- a sore thumb I point at it With the fist of fingers Undulating alternating pattern Nail and knuckle Nail and knuckle. Safe. Googly eyes Raised eyebrows Peering … Continue reading inktober 2019| day 10: Pattern
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inktober 2019|day 9: swing
I swing in and out of my own life in a pendulum -esque fashion. There's two of me, one at the bob and the other pulling the string She wants to apply for a job I won't plan to sit for the test and interview She plans to write a paper for a conference I … Continue reading inktober 2019|day 9: swing
Inktober 2019| Day 5: build
you can spend years building yourself up to not care, to pretend to not care i did until I really didn't anymore they don't matter they don't matter she doesn't her comment on your outfit doesn't he doesn't his text back REALLY doesn't but if all of them don't matter how can I? can I … Continue reading Inktober 2019| Day 5: build
Inktober 2019 | Day 4: Freeze
Sweetness Niceness Warmth Sunshine Optimism escape me. i rely on the dark non-committal neutral emotion free ebb of icy words sometimes to escape the cold outside of you you have to freeze yourself irrevocably to the point it sustains you im always cold the winters are punishing so i bitterly complain about the weather.
inktober 2019| day 2: mindless
he laughs comparing me to a gargantuan creature ugly lumbering jovial because i laugh it off if I didn't laugh wouldn't I be the only one at the table that didn't get the joke? I'm not the spoilsport I'm not the joke when they reduce me to my body like I'm irrational, mindless i take … Continue reading inktober 2019| day 2: mindless
grouping and segregation| inktober 20
haha when do I grow out of a high school crush 4 years too stale?
if I knew |Inktober 19
HI ASS 😉
Rickshaws & Pedestrians| Inktober 17
It's an honest to god whimper of frustration.
of stars and light |Inktober 16
a star always has to go out; but not you, not yet-
Dear Starbois
loss of flimsy friendships?