Sep 8
they told you no.
they meant never.
they tried to carve
a life without passion—
because passion is poverty,
and you deserved better.
just wait, little one.
the world will carry
your name on its tongue.
the dream they stole,
quiet as a matchstick,
burned through a decade.
today
you’ll strike it—
and the whole sky
will burst into flames.
they meant never.
they tried to carve
a life without passion—
because passion is poverty,
and you deserved better.
just wait, little one.
the world will carry
your name on its tongue.
the dream they stole,
quiet as a matchstick,
burned through a decade.
today
you’ll strike it—
and the whole sky
will burst into flames.
this one is for my thirteen-year-old self, who wanted to be a graphic designer, but my parents thought… computers are for men, i should be a doctor. i became neither. but i did just finish the cover design for my book.
