#creatice writing

I didn't sleep last night

"Again? Why do you keep doing this?"

The stars get lonely. They need me

"I know you miss them. But you can't go back"

I don't belong here

Wrote this in one of the journals:

Nothing has meaning in and of itself, but rather, meaning is acquired when someone can share it. The need to share and communicate is a very natural predisposition.

~The secret life of the mind

Gathered all of my doodle books, sketchpads, planners, handy dandy notebooks , journals and even a slam book from back when I was in high school and in it are all of my random thoughts, dreams, bucketlist, to-do things, yearly goals, doodles, my favorite quotes from a movie, a book or a podcast, letters to myself, drawings from sleepless nights, lessons from a workshop, top secrets, crushes? Hehe, fears, numbers, people, reminders, memories, heartaches, sufferings, struggles, lessons, confessions and a bunch of gibberish wranglings about life.

Of course I was anxious prior the opening of this show because I was uncomfortable of the fact that strangers will have access through my mind's deeper recesses which I've been concealing and consoling for a long time. I challenged myself and I accepted my own challenge to embrace that feeling of discomfort. It was an offer that I said YES, AND...?"

What's next? 🙂

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Photo credits to @br.aza and @fixshy

But you turned me away cause I wasn’t enough,

And there was nothing that I could do.

That’s how it’s always and how it will be,

Cause there’s always someone out there better than me,

And I can’t hold that against you.

as the music drips like a frothy honey from my ancient speakers with an Esquivel orchestrated group of violinists and percussionists you can find me pulling on my black teeth with nimble fingers and a lions persistence

agony… I hold you with great tenderness and you in return never leave me alone no matter the suns direction or the moons cheesy coldness you …my sweet pain are addicted to me as I was once to cold beer and cigarettes and today all I need is the warmth of liquid oral anesthetic and a cotton ball to shove inside my blinded mouth which has long ago raised the white flag

but so far this music that I play has risen like an Jesus miracle and looking down I notice that I have as well (…good tunes can do that to a man) so I undo what I earlier did and I pull it on out to find it growing like a liars fabrication and smiling I bring a tear to its eye

and so spent and finished I spit out one more black and rotted tooth (nightmarish) into a teacup I leave next to my empty ashtray for such purposes and the music rests and puts up its feet after bringing us all in to a gigantic climax

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Christian Bible, Abrahamic Religions Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: Sad, Angst, Squibs, Writing Exercise, Satan - Freeform, falling, is the bible fandom a thing, is the Satan fandom a thing, Lucifer - Freeform, Iblis - Freeform, sympathetic portrayal Summary:

to the itch in my chest,

to the shivers in my breath,

to the numbness in my throat,

to the heartbreak that I wrote,

to the stutters and the blushing,

to the unstoppable crushing,

to the trembling in my voice

and the lack of any choice."

- // yes to you