#thoughts flowing

[cyber-flow]

Hnnngh, tomorrow I have a test but all I want to do is draw on the thing I'm working on and write my fic

[cyber-flow]

@ All my mutuals and internet friends

I absolutely appreciate you and the fact that I even got to know you and talk with you makes me such a lucky person. If you ever want to just chat, please do! It's never a bother for me and I'd love to know how you are doing! (If I don't immediately respond it's because I sometimes forget to look at my phone for a couple of hours)

I may not always be the one to start a conversation, since I don't really have that much to say about my life, but I love to listen and comment on whatever you'd like to say to me! :D

[taylormaec]

free write 1

layers of gray dust, shooed away by a sharp wind. tiny pieces of ice sprinkle into your hair. a girl stands beneath a waterfall, howling with the wind. a lily pad floats only to survive - but is the home to many. warm yellow light glows slowly toward the horizon, it seems I haven't slept. beneath the reflection, there is life. a world of beings unlike what you see - newborn tadpoles float beneath your face while rivers of energy pass by your space. refocus your vision for the image is unclear, seek the energy source that suit you. willows whisper in the wind, wondering why you have withdrawn from all the wolves. if this were my ocean, you would earn the title of fish tank. four different walls that surround me, just in a separate setting. the apple on the ground is unseen. a quivering source of light - a gleaming bag of night. a woman sways slowly, slipping into space...she times her steps, floating gently towards the sun...her hair twirls as she spins, her hands go limp and she is surrounded by a sweet-smelling aura that delivers her to the sun so softly. she is light, she is warmth. she sighs and is finally able to sleep. descending ever so slightly, a shadow casts its spell across the land. other lights like she appear from further away, they create pictures, images. one cannot deny their beauty, however one may suggest that the darkness is no friend, however beautiful the stars really are. the blanket swallows the land - tree by tree, field by field, lake by lake - all filled with a dark hush. only the brave may meander the late hours for this blanket of shadows has come for a purpose. it has come to lay rest to it's inhabitants - a purpose only made by fate. will it be this way forever? time passes like a skipped rock on a glassy lake - it creates big ripples along the way, but takes its time from circle to circle. one can never know how quickly the next ripple may come. imagine if apples could skip with ripples on water, just like the stones do. imagine if dolphins were scarlet red instead of dolphin blue - would they be seen as friendly as they seem? or would red destroy them like it does snakes...and salamanders, and sinners. do not take me by my hand take me by my heart. my hands are useful, my heart is not. sing softly if you wish to sing to my ears, or I will not hear you. shoulders are simply meant for soft expression, that is why they reside beside the brain. a blue ribbon floats aimlessly as the wind carries the silk to another day. pandora needs to not have commercials when I'm high free-writing in the dark. like. go. away. grub hub sucks. the word grub in general is not pleasant. when you uncover a rock with moss you may just find them. or you might find a piece of yourself - no need for another reflection, the image would be wasted on you. ice can prick you just as easy as a cactus. they may dress different, but they do the same. withhold your emotions because there is no empty space for you to fill. you must take it all in and never say a word - for you are the barren, the sad, the soft-treading innocent that will always live this way. just as moss covers rocks one at a time, you will experience a decline. trickling water could prevent your sickness, but here you sit, a witness. chocolate pocket watch melts on you just like time. 

[aguide2fantasy]

The rumors are true, about the secret I keep, I miss you  so much I can't sleep or eat, or drink, or laugh or cry, focus or think,  but this is still a goodbye. 

[riseddemon]

I know my flaws and I know what I have to do about them but I don't want to do a thing about it.