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We dug a hole,
in which I fell into-
high on ignorance,
lost in bliss
I forgot the sunlight,
and even though it hovered
I kept my eyes closed.
The dirt grew cold,
as I became acquainted
with my own shadow-
and everything began to
sink-
slowly,
and like our memories
I was washed away-
taken by the
storm.
in which I fell into-
high on ignorance,
lost in bliss
I forgot the sunlight,
and even though it hovered
I kept my eyes closed.
The dirt grew cold,
as I became acquainted
with my own shadow-
and everything began to
sink-
slowly,
and like our memories
I was washed away-
taken by the
storm.
Literature
Feel
Sand beneath your feet
You walk but do not see
Hide between the trees
Feeling nothing but the cool breeze
Literature
Sad Love.
It is sad
When love doesn't survive
Except in memories and missed opportunities.
Or when it is looked down upon
Just because it is different.
Or when it is given up
In favor of familiarity.
Literature
Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me?
Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me? It's not like it matters, it's not like it's hurting me...
Well, no, maybe that isn't true. It is hurting me. Why does it hurt me? It shouldn't matter that she isn't talking to me. It's not a big deal. It's not like she's ignoring me...
What if she's ignoring me? Is she ignoring me? She tells me she's busy. I believe her I really do, but there's always this part of me that tells me I'm just annoying. Why would someone want to talk to me? I'm not good enough...
I'm never good enough. I push myself, put so much pressure on myself. People tell me I'm good at things, but I can't see it. I can't belie
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