I’ll burn and
Break and
Desecrate
Myself

And
Pray
To some
non-existent god
That

I

could be

Someone
else

Someone
More

Someone.


Some.



One.

Sometimes the most beloved person is behind us.
Waiting for us to see those tiny things they do.
They somehow manage to be always there without us realising.
Laughing with us till the last breath.
Supporting us with the most unusual way from the very far.
Telling us what to do with the quiet whispers in the back.
Saying speeches that nobody does.
We don’t even think about how much they mean to us, until it is goodbye.
We miss the things they did, or said.
They become our routine characters with out our permission.
Somehow they are those ones we think about when we are low.
They made the world brighter even with no stars.
Sometimes we need to just look around, maybe they already are there -
Waiting for us to see those tiny things they do.

It feels like Someone flung open a Window
A Window in my Mind
To Release me from the prison of Time
Now I BE.

DLR &
08/07/2024
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬

You can't write the word "fight" while fighting someone-using a pen against them while they fought using a pencil! Even if you have a piece of paper in the other hand.

What would happen if someone figured out how to? Well, the pen could never be able to avenge itself unless it somehow found a way to "write" back...


One question, though, before you go: would the pencil's wits be sharpened during the battle?