“I’m so cold. I need socks.”
“They’re in the closet. You have to get out from the blanket.”
I froze on my spot. Through the thin white blanket, I can see the nightlight glow it’s indigo color. Then a huge shadow ambled with an eerie sound.
“Something is out there.”
my feeling draw.
“I don’t know when I got scared
Scared of my imagination
Used to see beautiful things
Now I got this sick fixation
Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?
I’m so good at being critical”
Cynical by Katelyn Tarver
You will never actually know if the whole world is a figment of your imagination
Imagine loving someone so much as I loved…
Imagine having a love that creates solely good, and destroys evil.
Imagine having a love that consumes you whole, and you don’t mind.
Imagine consenting to giving your whole heart to someone, because you trust and love them and because they are the world and the universe and the heavens and everything beautiful and sweet in this world.
Imagine finding the whole world in someone.
Imagine a world where everyone just fearlessly loved like I had…