Nyu?

Wanna Kiss?

Why don’t you Kiss me, while I’m manic It Feels so wrong, and yet so comforting Why don’t you break me, like a habit Let’s turn a whisper into a Nightmare

Art Piece by - spriscillart - Etsy Singapore Frame by Me.

There are so many sad things happening in the world right now. Every day feels like waking up to another barrage of bad news. I've tuned out at this point. I'm also at the point of setting firm boundaries with people. Boundaries of "no politics/news' discussions - I stay informed, look for ways to help in small doses, but I feel like a lot of people want to dwell/have constant discourse about it, where there's no room for (especially needed in my case) escapism. I can't with people having the "I'm old, or I'm too old to enjoy X," or "I just don't go out anymore." It's so depressing. I can't relate. I do not have some cottagecore, get married, live some monogamous white picket fence life. Nor do I want to be a gamer shut in. I need joy, I need play, new experiences. It's ironic how even progressive leaning people fall for this social construct and have their own biases about when it's "game over," -pun intended. I just don't want to hear bad news anymore. I need people in my circle that feel hype about escapism/being creative, mischief, joy. I need whimsy and pleasure focused people in my circle, and less Eeyores.

Mҽɳԋҽɾα / Yαɱιƙαɯαιι Cɾαϝƚιɳɠ

I may write more on this blog about my experiences and kind of eye-opening experiences in-person in these spaces, and online, that forever changed me as a person, and feel like a huge question mark floating above me.