I am a 26 year old writer who enjoys creating stories and is always daydreaming in my big brain. So madams and monsieurs, welcome to my world of imagination, take my hand, sit back and relax, kick off your shoes, and enjoy the ride :)
Kittens & Computers?
(Tuesday evening) The rain continues to pour immensely from the grey heavens... almost as if the angels were reminding me that going to this so-called 'date', was a bad idea. I ignored them despite the continuation of the rumbling thunder, which made my heart jump and that did not help at all. I finally arrived at the Fire Bird Restaurant...
The Mysterious Ballerina
The sickness continues to grow within me... The color of black became my new uniform I wear over my heart... Is it hard? To stare at my own reflection?
A Princess from the Clouds
The Stravanian Princess sat on the stoop of the tree. She brushed her black hair and placed it in a ponytail, with a pipe in her mouth puffing weed in the air; her calm grey eyes still examined me as I lay on a pile of roses, making sure I was safe. She then continued to look over my infant self and a pit bull puppy playing with one another; she lit up her pipe once more and exhaled the sweet smell of Mary Jane. This peculiar earthy scent danced and twirled as if it were a ballerina, spinning its sweet flowery scent in the air then flowing straight into my nose. This ballerina managed to awaken me from my slumber.
Hello to My Present Life
There we were... Surrounded by trees that were forever flowing within the cool breeze... We stand facing each other with something precious and dear to us in our arms, I remained holding my infant self, while Present was holding a little bear; a bear that resembled Winnie the Pooh... my sister's favorite childhood character.
Hello to My Past Life
Birds fly above me as they plant a kiss on my cheek with their feathery wings, I wake up to notice my infant self giggling as the birds continue to sing. "It's already morning," I thought... but she is still not here. I begrudgingly rise up from the pile of flowers, my lips begin to crack a tiny smile as I see my tiny hands waving around with a huge grin upon my tiny face.
Welcome to the Maze of Emotions
Dark clouds blinded my dispirited sight, I tried my best to shout I pray that one day the sun would come out... But it seemed as if the clouds clung together tightly with all of their might.
Hard to Say Goodbye
Early mornings... Rain drops arrive to desperately wash the pain away... but the cold atmosphere remains to stay. My heart keeps hoping for you to wake up, as my brain keeps fighting with itself.