This. This is why I write. I am addicted to this feeling when I make something. And I won’t stop.
Why is it we treat a our potential like a secret Stashed away in treasure chests to be hidden beneath our beds Locked away in the closet…… Read more “A Secret Like…”
I’m neither fully good nor entirely evil I am As much as I truly hate to admit it Human I am envious of what other people have…… Read more “Human”
I am trapped in the cage of my own mind An emperor guards my cell The blades of anxiety aimed at my back Striking the moment I…… Read more “Caged Within”
I carry my past in a backpack Holding everything I can remember. From a time when I was young and just learning how to ride a bike…… Read more “Upon My Back”
Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light. – Albus Dumbledore Harry Potter and the Prisoner…… Read more “Happiness in Light”
I could play with light for hours on end. Sitting in the dark with nothing but a flashlight, throwing shadows onto the walls My imaginary friends. You…… Read more “Shadow Magic”