The sun will rise

“Icarus had just escaped from an impossible prison and the first thing he saw was a never-ending sky and water that could swallow you whole and there was no ending in sight Icarus escaped a life sentence only to be back in the same place when he was supposed to be free Did it matter if there was land at the end if he couldn’t see it? Couldn’t rest his body and feel safe for once in his life after running for so long Maybe it wasn’t Icarus’s pride that destroyed him that day Maybe it was the hopelessness of the water and the burn of the sun that made him wish for the quietness of his cell again Maybe Icarus just wanted to rest Maybe Icarus just wanted peace”

I just want it to fucking stop

¿

Dandelions silent rage

In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart.

I wonder what I could have done with all of the time I wasted wondering if I was good enough, pretty enough to exist.

“Meanwhile, what has become of my art? And my heart, where have I wasted it?”