It’s not enough
Will never be enough
Her heart is a fissured vessel
Unable to contain
The emotional flood
Bursting from her chest
Splashing angry and desperate
From bruised lips
In volcanic streams
Upon thin pages
Burning through paper flesh and bone
An irrevocable destruction
Of her only reserve
Over uncontrollable feelings
Feelings that she sure could hold if only she let her being and in this case mind know how strong her will was compared to random rumblings of her mind telling her how weak she was instead of how much power she owns from just a single thought flow from her mind……
Damnnn….that was a complete trail of words…forgive my mind dear.
No don’t apologize, it’s always inspiring to read your interpretations Pepa ❤️
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I’m just being honest ☺️
I’m really happy you think so, I just try to untangle these thoughts from my mind onto paper, yet it still seems a mess to me. But I’m really glad that it resonates with you ❤️ it means so much to me.
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It’s such an appropriate term too. It’s an amazing experience being able to breathe life into the words living in our heads and watch the sketches come alive ☺️
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Haha you must be teaching me well 😄
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You flatter me 😆 I’m nowhere close to being a teacher. At least not yet lol
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