Writing

Shattered dreams run with the tears of rain

down the car’s windows excruciating life

Rampaging noise smearing my skull

Screams tear my shredded heart

Fractured stained pieces searching for a sun

You ask who I am.

Honestly, I wonder that too.

Sometimes I'm one thing, other times another.

Sometimes I feel like I'm just shattered glass piecing itself back together.

And then breaking again.

she comes from a world

of puddles and stars.

from a world where

lion and lamb play

innocently, happily together.

a world where she wears

her heart on her sleeve,

and hopes and trusts although

There's an oversized panda bear sitting on my bed right now.

Normally I don't even think about it.

Why would I?

But right now I am.

And it made me think

can it see me?

does it think about me?

It's a band piece

weird, I know

it's from last year

and we only played it in concert once

but it means a lot to me

it reminds me of a lot.

Of Webtoons and authors and demented circuses

    There was a fox in the woods with a crown bestowed upon his head. He wandered the area, and every other fox bowed to him. He had power, more so than anyone else.