shivalihp

High expectations

For myself

Fear of failing

Is something I will never

Escape

Each red mark

On the paper

Another mark

To myself

My confidence

My pride

The papers around me

Ingredients: 

At least 5 blankets 

Warm fuzzy socks 

Halloween themed pajamas 

Your favorite stuffed animals

I opened my eyes to see a reflection of me staring back at me,

and I knew at that moment the only person to blame was me.

Every mistake, every regret, every wound,

You love to paint.

You teeter on the line between

Hedonism and Asceticism

with every move of your fingers

each shape you make in the clay

I often sit under the moonlight and listen to what the night has to offer; 

Sometimes it offers more than you think. 

I listen to the soft rustling of the leaves,