bluerose
A fire burned in the fireplace
Warming my cold hands
Safe and cozy
Or so I thought
What a lie that was
laughter
ringing out across the court yard
don't let people laugh at you
laugh with them
don't be afraid to laugh at yourself
laugh
it makes the embarrassment, the hurt, go away
laughter is an escape
forget your woes
even if it's only for a brief moment
laughter is a beam of sunlight on a cloudy day
There is no rules in art.
You create what you want, something that looks beautiful to you. Something that expresses your hopes and dreams. Something that conveys your message.
Art isn't something that can be taught. Art is interpreted differently by everyone. It doesn't matter if others like you art, as long as you're happy with it. That is the true essence of art.
Awakening.
Of the world.
Take a breath.
Sunshine.
Shadows.
Look around.
And then go back to sleep.
Radical dreamers. Change. Extremes are undesirable. You want to achieve a balance. You cannot achieve a balance without resorting to extremes. Paradox. Hypocrisy.
Shadows.
Grey.
Empty.
Lonely.
The future is bleak.
Life has lost its shine.
Dull.
Spring means pollen.
Pollen means allergies.
Allergies means irritation.
Irritation means a very bad day.
I hate spring.
I wish I had conviction that things will be better this time.
But deep down inside, I know that it won't.
It's always like that.
Every single time.
I can't help but be haunted by your words.
"You'll only hurt ten times worse than last time."
Because in the end, you're right.
History repeats itself.
An endless cycle of pain and betrayal.
Always.
This world is a mystery.
A never-ending cycle of happiness that turns into pain.
Suppose.
Suppose that I loved you.
Suppose that miracles did happen.
Suppose that wishes came true.
Suppose that the world was a happy place.
Suppose that world peace was actually possible.
Suppose that everything that you suppose actually turned from a thought into an action.
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