Hm, So, As I Have More Or Less Exhausted My Stockpiled Ideas And My Brain Feels Quite Empty Of The Funny,

Hm, so, as I have more or less exhausted my stockpiled ideas and my brain feels quite empty of the funny, for the next few days I'll just post some little snippets I wrote over the last few years depending on how much I can dig up

yeah, must be a made up year, couldn't be real

feels so wrong that itll be 2025 soon. fake year. science fiction year

open image in new tab was there for me when no one else was

A piece on self sabotage

A forest is growing and I planted the seeds A building stands proud and I laid its bricks A river is flowing and I dug its trench But no matter what I build or do, it all gets destroyed by my own hands

A wildfire's burning and I laid the spark A building's collapsing and I broke it's supports A Dam is blocking the flowing water and I am the one who built it But no matter what I stop or destroy, I can't seem to find myself

A rage is building and I feel overwhelmed A view of my world is crumbling and I can't hide behind it now A tear is rolling down my cheek as I slowly come to terms with my sadness Now I am all stranded, covered in tears, flames and debris of my own making

Just what should I do with me now that I see the scars I have been hiding from myself?

A piece about feeling stuck

O' wanderer of many worlds, please lead me well astray, 'cause I'm already full of hurt and want to go away.

No matter when, no matter where, just make me dissappear, 'cause wanderer, o' wanderer, I live and live in fear.

A fear that's always nagging me, a fear deep in my core, the fear that I have to adhere, the fear I must endure.

I want not keep myself away from all this life presents, Though stuck I am in my own hole, with no turn of events.

It's hurting me, it's screeching loud, no matter what I do, O' wanderer, yes wanderer, please just make me feel true.

I wish flavor was free. Like I just want the taste, you can keep the actual food.