booigi00

Hello,

I'm speaking to the void

Because deep down I know

That you won't hear me.

Hello,

It's me again

Even after everything

You still won't see me.

And I know that you'll blame

And I know what I say

Will be heard by the empty halls.

I could beg, scream and cry

Paint a sign on the sky

And my point wouldn't get across.

Just the night sky would hear my roar.

If only you'd open your eyes

And see me for who I am

Then maybe the sun would be bright.

And I know it is but a dream so far out of my reach

that I gave up long ago.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65413039/chapters/168339868

Here's a free-form poem:

Gentle glow of the morrow,

shining through the stained glass.

I can see today what back then I could not

hoping for a brighter future just ahead.

The cool breeze of yesterday

pushes me fully forward.

But I feel like I could just use a jacket

instead of complaining of the cold.

The days and nights go by without too much change,

Our lives remain the same, not much to rearrange.

Some days I wish I could grow wings and go fly

So far away that I'd get certainly lost.

I miss the sour smell of home,

I miss all that I knew before.

If only I remembered, if only I remembered.

If memories ever came back I don't know what I'd do.

I never write unplanned character deaths.

All deaths are usually planned from the moment I write the first part or chapter.

Felt pretty, just posted.

I have a pimple on my forehead, feeling like a unicorn.

Good news is I was not rejected from that job offer due to a lack of talent! I'll just find a job somewhere else, hopefully close to my house 🥱🥱

I just had a reader commenting that they squealed because I answered to their comment.

I feel like making Original Characters makes up for good character study (which I love).

The fact that one reader gave me fanart of one of my OCs is PEAK.