“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
1.
blocks of plain-woven fabric
tattered and littered
with splashes of life
that is paint
2.
dried acrylic under fingernails
a charcoal smudge on the nose
knots highlighted with streaks of
red
blue
green
purple
we learn to unwind
3.
raise the brush
balance the easel
the roar of the wind
resounds in your ears
you lift off the ground
leaves rustling
the smell of raw soil
i n h a l e
e x h a l e –
free
4.
day to night
puddles of skittles
spill across the wooden tiles
dried mud under fingernails
tangled locks and shriveled leaves
you release a deep breath
which you didn’t know you were holding –
you are finally alive.
I fall. Wind roaring in my ears, the earth rushes up to greet me as I crash onto the ground.
Black.
That’s the first thing I notice. Everything around me was dark. I stood up, surveying the surroundings while ignoring the throbbing pain emanating from my limbs; a rhythmic, silent plea for help. Trees, tall and forbidding. Their shadows stretch out towards me as I walk, trying to stop me, to warn me. This place is completely foreign, and yet there’s a strange familiarity about the situation – as though I’ve been here before. The silence is killing me.
White.
A flash of color, the crunch of a twig. A giant creature looms out of the shadows, its front legs reared and its pincers clicking, foaming with poison. Just a silly phobia I used to have, only the spider in front of me is now rekindling the fear. I bolt as it prepares to strike, the long, thin spear of a leg impaling the ground inches away from me. The ground shakes underneath my feet. Running, running. The fire is burning strong again.
Black.
Up ahead. Silhouettes of human-like figures, their shapes darker than the perpetual shadow. They spot me, run towards me. My spirits lift until I hear the snarls, the jeers, the noises coming from them. Instinct takes over and I scamper, dodging the stones and insults they’re throwing at me. I run, until silence takes over. Skidding to a stop, I push away the hair matted to my forehead. My limbs are still pleading.
White.
I cross the edge of the forest, only to be sucked into grinding generators and electrical lighting. Civilization. Having been in the trees’ domain for so long, the brightness seems even more surreal. I walk around the city, trying to get away from the light. It haunts the back of my eyes. The noise is killing me.
Black.
Darkness greets me yet again. A lone road, one that’s not lit up by lamps or the moonlight – this is finally my escape. The spiders join me, surround me, as I walk down the path, but I don’t mind. I can hear faint sniggering, the roar of the cogwheel. The fire is sputtering out. Soon, I’ll be free.
White. Again.
There she is. I reach out towards her, and the world shatters. A scream pierces the air, shards of glass raining from the sky. The road beneath me cracks into a million pieces. Suddenly, I’m standing on nothing. Suddenly, I’m nothing.
I fall. Wind roaring in my ears, the earth rushes up to greet me as I crash onto the ground.
Black.
White.
Nothing.
hi everyone!
so i have decided to (yet again) make a new wordpress site. i have no problems using wordpress – i love it actually. however, me failing to constantly update and write has caused me to remake my site thrice. damn. let’s hope i actually remain faithful to this one.
also, i’ll probably start to post my writings on this platform. abrupt disclaimer: i’m not a poet; i don’t do poems. but i do analyse poems haha that’s kinda what i do for a living aka studying. i guess what you can expect to see here will be narratives, prose… oh plus the shitty watercolour paintings that come in a combo set together with my writings. and yes you can expect to see photos as well – i happen to enjoy taking my new dslr out for a relaxing walk in the park.
and did i mention cosplay? haha goddamnit i think i’ll consider posting photos of my event coverage because i’m a piece of weeaboo trash.
ok that’s it for now i really hope that i can commit to this site. please.
p.s. i’m not usually this angsty and curt idk what’s going on i think it’s because of a wonderful, compulsory social activity called School. jesus.
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