Pain weighed heavy on my soul as a young child. Numbed by disappointment, I painted my skin. Red was never my favorite color, but in those times, it never looked so beautiful.
broken puzzle piece
chemically imbalanced
searching for my pieces
Fresh air fills my lungs as forgiveness soars the air. Happiness fueled by creativity lights my path. Red has never been my favorite color but we now coexist, remembering the past, acknowledging the present, and creating the future.
my journey I ride
blossoms me because I am
just a chemical
About the Creator
Emmie Falbo
Just living my life one chapter at a time! Inspired by the world with the intention to give it right back. I love creating realms from my imagination for others to interpret in their own way! When I am not here, you can find me reading♡
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