Fri May 22nd 4:43pm
Entry 1:
Pirched at the top of an acacia tree/
I can feel dark eyes piercing through my soul/
The sky slowly fades to grey, shifting tone/
They follow me like shadows in the dark/
Lonely and bleak amidst the sunset/
My mind is empty, but one with peace/
Walking slowly through the memories passed/
I continue into the mundaneness/
Black wings soaring above, makes itself known/
They all watch intently without falter/
Hands in pockets, I walk with my mask on/
Mystery follows, as do my demons/
I question whether I am protected/
The ravens stay distanced while I stroll in silence/
Passing by sonder strangers with gesture/
Advancing into twilight without fear/
A man finds himself on a lonely path/
While walking down these narrow streets and jagged paths my guardians follow. It seems they're watching over me. Maybe they're protecting me or maybe they're waiting for my demise. Black wings soaring through the sky, their black eyes reflect nothing, but darkness. Ravens. They say they follow you because of your mysterious aura. They also say that people are attracted to the mystery, but also detracted by intimidation. Yet these days, I've broken my ego into microscopic fragments. Only enough to be proud of my creations. Whether I'm an enigma or not, whether I attract certain people, doesn't really matter to me. I only wish for my art to resonate and inspire others. If I can do that, I think that could bring me some happiness.
