When people say "lost in a book" few can know what it means few are given the gift to walk within the scenes. To "get into a book" only takes a few pages to step inside and leave your body behind and wish to never find your way back again. To read is different to readers those who have the gift they do not remember concepts or words no, they remember where they have been.
no i shan't sit nor be complicit i was made to part seas to create and feel my purpose is to move to use these hands of mine to craft more than you could dream of because my mind is made of the galaxies my thought is celestial and if i feel like it i will build you a universe from my fingertips
i was feeling myself~~~ im slowly starting to procrastinate less and get more motivated to DO, im so excited to become the person i've always wanted to be who DOES the things they dream about!!
her loneliness surpassed the vast empty field and on her journey, the truth began to reveal no lavender, no roses, nothing lovely of the sort she would be lonely, forevermore she wished to cry and drown the lands and so the gods compromised with her demands they had left her papers and pens in which she could draw and write, again and again if only the flower in which she dreamed of, in which she drew could blossom as beautifully as real ones do and amongst her stories and the movement of the pen she wished she could write a story and paint a scene of which she had a happy end
i've never been the best artist or writer but i still enjoy it. to me it's always felt like an attempt to escape loneliness
I am not the darkness I am not the light I am not the daytime I am not the night
I'm not happy I'm not sad I'm not joyful I'm not glad
I'm not silent I'm not sound I am a circle But I'm not round
I am fire, I am ice I'm not mean, but I'm not nice
I have big shoes to fill I'm trying hard to impress All of you don't realize You cause me stress
I work real hard and write it down, all of my plans but will I ever be happy I don't know if I can
I'm writing letters and songs and scripts I'm writing stories and jokes and quips I've written so much in so little time Am I running out of time?
Am I off-key, am I off-pitch Is it my tone or is my diction missed? Am I speaking, am I singing, I don't know Where can I go?
Someday I hope you'll remember me Someday I hope I will be part of your history Am I an artist who's doomed to be Never appreciated until she dies Why?
I'm not a figment of your imagination I think I could use a little appreciation I want to help others like me When I'm grown If I'm grown Who will I be?
I am drowning in letters and papers all of my stories surround me drowning in letters and papers can I ever be happy? drowning in letters and papers drowning again drowning in letters and papers will I ever reach the end?
will you all remember me? will I be worth anything to remember? are you like the one I see when I look in the mirror? will you hate me? will you not understand? will you pity me before I take my stand? just keep the pen in your hand always keep that pen in your hand you won't ever know what the universe has planned so just keep that pen in your hand