Little Stars

little stars

all over my legs and arms

that one from the summer i was six

that one from when i was eleven

little white stars like milestones throughout my life

and the falling stars

meteors and comets

they come in groups

one two three

fifteen twenty thirtytwo

so many i cant count

make a wish

i haven’t been doing too well lately, there’s a lot of stuff going on and i can’t really bring myself to write

here’s something though

i don’t feel trapped here

under layers of familiarity and routine

where everyone knows my name

and the changes are so slow you don't even notice

i don't feel trapped

not yet

but i will leave

as soon as i get the chance to i will leave

been counting down the days for as long as i remember

like snufkin when the leaves turn

from green to yellow

from yellow to red

it'll eventually be my turn

slip on soon to be worn out shoes

heave my backpack onto my already aching shoulders

but not aching in a bad way

aching from excitement

from anticipation

aching to carry

carry the weight of few belongings

everything, my whole life now

tossed together in a 30l backpack

enamel mug in a string from the back

a one way ticket please

i saw a pigeon in the train station today

i watched it fly from one side of the building to the other

between giant glass walls

back and forth it flew

back and forth

high above the open doors

as if next time there would be no wall

and it could fly out into the open

but the walls didn’t move

and the pigeon didn’t stop

back and forth it flew

back and forth

back and forth

and i thought about ants

and i thought about whales

and i thought about me and you

and i watched the pigeon fly

back and forth

back and forth

Idk their name

I was originally only gonna post stuff here that fit a certain “vibe” but I don’t make too much art that fits that vibe, and i want to be relatively consistent in my positing. So to not just post every blue moon, I’m gonna just post whatever art I make, this may be fanart of whatever hyperfixation I have that month, original drawings or really sad poetry or whatever else I feel like sharing that day. I think I’ll enjoy posting more that way:)

picking up the pencil

it's been a couple weeks

hello dear old friend

nice to see you here again

like a tuft of grass

in a seemingly endless mire

thank you for the hand

mister apollo

painted for the first time in a while today, it was very therapeutic

maybe perhaps i will post the painting when it’s finished

Art! The above one is from a dream I had, it was pretty odd