#peoms

I have poems in here that are handjumper related!!! Look look look!!! (They ain’t the best but there are different kinds. I did!)

I’ll show only the hand jumper ones but tell me if you wanna see normal I do!!

I was only thinking about the character when doing so so they might be a bit of a stretch…I was also thinking about head cannons too so they are vague!! If you want to interpret them or if you want to insert yourself into them, I really don’t mind and I would love if you would talk about it. (I don’t know where my confidence came from but oh well

I would like to think to believe I could be someone new.

Someone who actually finished something even if something small that only matters to me.

I can't even follow through on my own hobbies.

Change into someone I could be proud of.

Not wanting wishing to be the next person.

It seems like everyone is moving and actually living.

I don't think I'm living right now.

Just in body, that feels so disconnected to me.

Just a person without any soul searching.

I could change my world, maybe I should listen and start praying.

Even god doesn't fill me with hope.

I don't even hope within myself anymore, how can I believe in something else?

But who knows one day I won't feel this away.

Manda White - Johnson

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