The Blaze Behind The Door

The Blaze Behind the Door

A Keystroke made, a memory created.

Beyond the pixels a connection is born,

Kindled between two, but not fully reciprocated.

Time's arrow marches forward, and a spark is ignited,

A passion beyond anything felt before.

If only I could have seen the fire,

The blaze behind the door.

Memories of happiness flood the open room,

thrashing, crashing without care or direction.

empty promises made to bring the calm to the raging waves.

promises of hope, of peace and affection.

The waves grow louder, harsher and cold,

As scars are made, and composures fold.

The fire burns brighter, being forgotten and ignored,

The raging ember, the blaze behind the door.

Wood crackles and withers, as the door collapses,

Screams echoed, pleasant memories burn to steam

the pressure building, the fire too hot, I can't take this anymore

I stand there idle. My heart wailing "Where did I go wrong".

The ashen doorway taunts me, as I walk into the flame,

If only I'd put out the fire. The blaze behind the door

In my Bubbline obsessed era as you can see 🤧 sketching them is actually really fun ✨

Old thingy with Lumity

God, the way paramedics in Gaza pull children out from under the rubble while people around them are repeatedly asking "is he alive? Is he alive?" but seconds later we hear a faint "no" followed by "okay keep going" because there's a new body coming... we simply cannot get used to this despite how many times we come across the same exact scene. Our humanity will always get in the way of Israel's relentless attempts to desensitise us.

All I wanna do is draw them kissing tbh

Real

we love her in all forms