#kinda-sorta-not-really

[wildlyminiaturesandwich]

Well, I tried and didn’t completely fail... but I have no idea how to change that middle animation so I guess this one goes in the “Maybe Some Day” folder, to be finished if I ever suddenly become 1000% smarter and figure it out 😂

[a-certain-serenity]

Oddities and Trinkets 2

You know what? I think to myself while staring at the half-assed paragraph I written not but a moment ago.

There was that uneasy feeling inside of me that told me what I was writing was absolute crap. Not crap in the sense that it was absolute nonsense, rather it was crap in the sense that this wasn't exactly what I needed to be writing about this early in the morning. Straining myself to write a mere paragraph about something that either happened to me or someone else whether metaphoric or not just wasn't going to cut it tonight. Why should I use pretty words to express something if I'm just straining to think about a direction? I just need to pour out something. Anything from this brain of mine. I need to be real. Real about what's happening.

I shift my already-drooping eyes to the time in the lower right corner of my screen. Yawning, I read 2:30 AM right above today's date. I shut my eyes for a moment to rest them for a bit before tiredly opening them once more. My lids don't stay completely open for long, however. By sheer will power, they blink only to open at half capacity.

I was tired and seeing the time didn't surprise me at all. It just justified the reason as to why this paragraph sucked. I sigh as I slam my ring finger sloppily against the backspace key. There went about one hundred thirty five words and any ounce of effort I had for being as creative as I could with my next blog post. What can I write about...? Well, honestly, that is a question my mind can't process at this time. I'll just write whatever comes to mind! Oh, I know... How about a little free verse poem that I may or may not complete?

Reflection

Staring at the cold and bitter expression; A face so familiar, yet almost unrecognizable. Features lost in a shade of lie Traced in layers of translucent deceit

Who was it? Who could it be? What changed you? What altered me? Where is the piece inside that holds the key? How to find what's inside of me? Time continues to pass completely unaware, Unaware that time erodes what's originally there So many facades meant as an act of protection No longer protect, instead they fasten

Who was it? Who could it be? What changed you? What altered me? Where is the piece inside that holds the key? How to find what's inside of me?

All I see in this now distorted mirror Is the reflection of someone that is no longer me.

^-Serenity

[fimoculous]

You’ve been published by The Atlantic? That’s cool. My name is frequently used as a tag on Tumblr. We have all the makings of a modern power couple.

McSweeney's dig at Observer!