Kristin. 15. Canada. Writing is my life. I love cats.
who is the lamb. my friend, that is you. you’re the gentle one the quiet one the one who cowers in fear. who is the knife. sadly, that is me, the one with the lost innocence..
shattered fragments are scattered everywhere, and my face is reflected on each and every one.
reality is a funny thing, honestly. you’re living in this made up world, living in this mystical fantasy that your mind conjured. and in that fantasy, everything is perfect, how you want it to be.
Like a fire cold. Like a spiral straight to nowhere. Like a lost arrow. The seed never grows. We missed out on another. Time to find one another. Can’t let it go, let me go.
a bird reigned the sky that night an eagle, to be specific. and i, as a helpless human being, i stood there on the ground craning my neck to watch that bird.
maybe i was wrong and you were right or maybe it’s the other way around. honestly, who knows. maybe we were both beyond wrong or maybe we were both beyond right. of course, there’s no way of knowing.
“cry me a river” the words slip out of your mouth just as the tears slip out of my eyes; salty drops falling in waterfalls down my flushed cheeks. a river. is that what you want. well too bad.
"a new year a new me" that's what they all say every single year the same sentence is repeated but do they really mean it. maybe. but that doesn't mean it always happens.
I don't want to be here, But I don't want to be there. Here is too quiet, There is too lonesome. I don't want to be nowhere, But I don't want to be everywhere, either..
If I were to die tonight, tell me - would you be there to save me. If I were to fall into an endless chasm, darkness engulfing me, would you be there.
don't you dare awake my sleeping spirit. don't let your hand whisper across my cheek. let me be, let me lie here. let me drift off to a world far, far away. don't you dare disturb my still body.
Some days I stare up at the endless sky, and watch as winged creatures soar over the grand expanse called Earth, and I think to myself, "Maybe one day I'll be free.".
The wolf released a howl. That sound was one which no other wolf could ever imitate. The howl was filled with both joy and sorrow, relief and mourning, excitement and anger.
In the middle of the night. When she awoke. She felt something deep. Deep within her bones. Rage buried deep within. Fire burning without rest. Fiercely lit flames hungry. Hungry for her breath.