I’ve been lost too many times now. Lost in my own house where I was too scared to open the door outside.
Every time I left home, it hurt but I learned something. This time, I’m learning to decorate my body. I’m learning to keep to myself the leaves and branches that I used to gift you.
I’m learning to gift myself the dead flowers and paste them in this journal, in this book unaware of you.
I’ve been lost too many times now. Lost in my own house, this time not scared to open the door. Because, home holds me down, holds me down to something and someone I’m afraid of.
Home reminds me of the end of the world.
घर छोड़ना है🥀 (I want to leave Home)
A short and sweet(maybe) poetry but….
I started to art journal / decorate my art journal. Wanted to this for almost a year now. But one of my friends gifted me this and uffff I’m so happy.
Also this is my first art journalling thing🌺🌺🌺🌺🥺. Hope you like it.
The journal looks like this by the way. It’s Van Gogh, how could it get any better than thissss🥺🥺🥺🌺🌺🌻🌻
I’m really REALLY happy about it.
Haven’t caught up with you all. Tell me, what’s up? I know my audience over here at wordpress has decreased but I just don’t know. I don’t feel like it to post or be on wordpress more. Ahhh I don’t know.
Thanks (×infinity) for reading.
And take care of yourselves