The days passed by...

⋆⭒˚.⋆Oh, hello there!⋆⭒˚.⋆ You have found me amidst my journey to self acceptance and rediscovery… I am finally at that point in my life where I want to allow myself to breathe, pick up a book and be creative again. I have a long way to go till I reach the oasis I am searching for… but if you want you can tag along! ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── 20yo she/her This page has no rules to what I will post! Perhaps some poetry, book reviews, rabbit holes I discover, some of my art and pieces of my mind. NO AI!

[ro-zaliax]

“silly ghosts” painted by me

I missed doing traditional art!!

This is some silly scenery i painted in my sketchbook with some cheap acrylics i found lying around. Please excuse the ugly tree.

thank you for the challenge to the friend that made me do this.

[vexheart]

Back to reading

[midnightsadboy]

i think i was made to be an older sister

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[whayaau]

"La Belle Dame sans Merci" (1901)

by Frank Bernard Dicksee (1853–1928)

Oil on canvas

[ro-zaliax]

i wish i could see this in person!

[remanence-of-love]

[ro-zaliax]

FERNWEH

I am sitting with you by the lake.

Goosebumps change the texture of my skin.

“Jumping in was probably a mistake.”

Droplets of water are glistening in your hair.

Are you aware you strip my soul bare?

Since the day we were born

this town has been all we’ve ever known.

But in your dreams you reached for the stars,

wishing for a life that could never be ours.

You spoke of a world that is vast and bright.

You spoke of colourful foreign lands

with open hands and stories to write.

And at night, you would hold me tight,

whispering of the earth’s might.

But when you were alone,

with eyes as cold as stone,

reality left your heart sore…

those memories were never truly yours.

You were thirsty for something you couldn’t borrow,

and with a hollow cup, there was nothing to swallow.

I never needed adventure,

because through your eyes

I lived a thousand lives.

it is you that I long for!

My lips yearn for the unthinkable pleasure.

In your presence my body thrives.

But we will never be something more…

and we will stay here by the shore.

This is an old poem of mine. I was inspired by the german word FERNWEH.

It’s made up of the words “fern” (far) and “weh” (woe or ache). it means intense yearning for travel, wanting to explore the distant and the unknown - Heartache for far-off places, especially those yet unexplored.

[ro-zaliax]

Image from Don Q, Son of Zorro ~ Directed by Donald Crisp 1925

A girl has died.

A girl who never was.

She laid down her life

for a cause

she made in her mind.

Innocent and pure,

the crescent moon.

Her flowers yet to bloom,

a journey to the womb.

A crack in the shackle,

worm deep in the apple.

Splinters from the cross,

round her neck an albatross.

Wounds weep like a child.

Lies deep in the ground.

Exiled,

earthbound …

yet finally profound.