
fallen dreams
rich and sweet is the glow that
embraces these failures of the past
rich and sweet is the glow that
embraces these failures of the past
“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.”― Pablo Picasso This absent determinationWatches over time that simply refuses to haltIn the face of a starved, diminishing soul.Such creative impoverishment is thisWhere words flee and stick figures reignBreeding an utter lack of books –The kind with sweet, homely pages. Caught in […]
“I want to give up my bearings, slip out of who I am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.”― Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed The Christmas lights are fading, half-made-up trees on the verge of being completely disassembled and stored away in dark shelves and rooms until their time comes again. Festive smiles […]
I decided to write about peer pressure for this prompt because the entire idea of it feels like a chiasmus – it’s even more enhanced at college and I find it curious but draining all the same, haha! It’s exaggerated in terms of human beings not being human because the peer pressure I’ve experienced isn’t cruel at all – it’s just an elaborate scheme of masking one’s personality to be included.
She points far ahead and shows us where her family’s land ends. Or ended when she was a child. Today it’s all real estate, people battling to build houses, shops and skyscrapers because it’s a scenic place. But it won’t be when they’re done butchering it.
The world outside cowers under nature’s wrath,
While words fail to appear,
These thoughts scream themselves sore;
Silenced by the downpour
But forever inspired by the falling leaf.
I came across a weird train of thought the other day while watching a few kids be the happiest they possibly could be at the time – one that I’ve often entertained before. It’s not necessarily true but it often feeds anxious thoughts. It was that growing up takes away one’s liberty to make mistakes as responsibilities start cropping up. There’s nothing wrong with being wrong, but life isn’t as experimental as it was when I was considered a child.
Through this collaboration, I hope to emphasise on how mental health is something that we all experience in vastly different ways – it rarely feels the same for everyone.
For dreams etched in hearts
Seldom know death
~ point of view: you’re walking with a friend who talks (and thinks) too much ~