I’m in despair. I’m forever in a loop of dreaming for everything. I’m slightly constantly afraid of being stuck with the feeling of “it’s not enough” whether it’s with my art, my writing, my financial status, or my romantic status. Those last two are more of a lack of an actual status as I’m not
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Only a Dream The feminine body under the sheet squirmed, uncomfortable with the sudden cool air she didn’t expect to come with summer. Heck, she didn’t think she needed a thick blanket but there she was, curling into a ball to keep the warmth within her. A strange echoing sound finally woke Juniper up. Her
I have a list of men in my life. (Maybe I’ve told you about it before…?) I definitely wrote a poem, Poem 36 Bus Stop.It’s been written since the day I was born and it only grows and warps by the year. Here’s a long story about those men. *All names have been changed to
poem is based on a story I’m developing. possibly bcb. or possibly the story of the Allens? where the flowers bloom… there are dreams. their dreams. she is graceful, truly unbelievable from her dance to her utterance. I see myself spinning underneath the gazes of brown eyes. I know the feeling of her hands, rough
just a quick reminder, if you guys are curious when I’m not here, check these links out: https://twitter.com/darumarox – my personal twitter https://junedreamer.wordpress.com – a record of dreams I’ve had, at least those I can still recall.