I run my hand,
Over the ink you etched,
In an attempt to understand,
To help, to catch
A glimpse of my mind,
So scattered and frail,
Yet no one can know,
What it is like
To be me, alive
But not living.
Wounded MindsCreativity readily comes from a dark place. The best inspiration is a wounded mind.Wounded Minds by 1618Tori
It takes a special kind of soul to make joyful artwork. I believe that to be the epitome of high roads.
Alas, I am a coward, and I will wallow in my dark.
I’ll drain this pit of inspiration until there’s nothing left of it and I’m fresh out of creative juice.
Because my head space isn’t capable of joy yet; I am well and truly stuck with a wounded mind.
valopolo teloi didn't tell himvalopolo telo by DalekCaanII
that i hated roses
yet; he doesn't
deserve to know
"have you ever ran away from home?"
no but i daydreamed about it a
million times because i want to
feel wild and free and feel like
light blue and the color of sand
with a graphic tee and blue jeans
while my hair's undone and i can
hold on to a man that i love drifting
on the highway,
motorcycles jet black and coca cola
veins, god please let this become my
teenage years, i don't want to be
holed up in my room studying, i want to be
but you could
be great, you
could own a
rule the world
who gives a