#writjng

20.2.2021

Hey guys! I've been journalling a lot lately, as well as using my bujo for planning! This here is a snapshot of a story I'm writing with my friend, and it's essentially trying to hash out the basics of our magic system.

We are still very much in the planning phase, and honestly, I think this whole process of falling in love with our world is just... artful. I can't really find another word for it.

Of explaining

Who i was

Maybe what i was

Or even what i said

My emotions were exhausted

Only thing that moved was my mind

Even though it was kind

It felt my pain

Only my thoughts

Grew in the rain

Which felt my pain

Your fractured reality and distorted perception of life.

Captivates the faceless phantoms of societal norms.

Who have never had the ability to grasp the intelligence to obtain the understanding that there's no such existances of "normal"

That there's no way to know fully that reality as we see is actually reality.

Seeing that we only see a spectrum as small as a hair of what is really in front of our vary eyes.

It's never been about concern only power and control.

Don't allow yourself to conform and transform to societal rules and regulations.

It'll be the departure of your soul.

That'll cause your passionate soul to decay.

Causing your canvas to stain.

Which gives them the chance to restrain you.

As the mask absorbs your identity.

When that happens the ash baires you smothering your flame.

Ending your light.