fleeting.serenics
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with pen, my soul finds voice
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I Look in People’s Window
I often look in people’s windows, like I’m some deranged weirdo, as I have this feeling of longing — for something, for someone I have lost. Somehow, seeing people laugh at their tables, children play with their fables, and lovers mingle under moonlit gables gives me a sense of indescribable comfort. However, whenever I would meet people’s eyes, mine would quickly turn away to avoid the inevitable — seeing their prophecy.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers Among the Stars: The Guardian of Fae Wishes
In a hidden land with misty curtains and crystal towers, a gentle soul named Nicolaus, also known as Santa Claus, whispered about in hushed tones as the Guardian of Fae Wishes. In layman’s terms, he’s known as Santa Claus. His home, a celestial cottage adorned with twinkling constellations, was where dreams took flight and wishes came true.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of a Weary Pen: A Writer’s Flame-Kissed Confession
I get tired a lot. Weariness in the quiet town that cradled my dreams settles in like an old companion, wrapping me in its familiar embrace. Tiredness permeates me as I sit hunched over my keyboard, chasing words across the screen. Yet, amidst it all, there was a little kid lost in the labyrinth of her imagination.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
Because life didn’t end when I was 14 or 15
There are times when we feel like it’s the end of the world. When darkness loom over us and it seems like the sun won’t rise again. The time when we’re trapped at a seemingly unending, poorly lit tunnel, unable to find the end and unable to see the light.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Psyche
We need you, joy. We all do.
There are days when I feel like a chaotic control room, like the one inside Riley’s head. When I was a child, it seemed like the yellow girl took the lead. I would play with dolls and act, and smile a little bigger. I would play with my friends and family, and laugh a little harder. I would see flowers and butterflies, and glow a little brighter. I would eat my favorite food and get a little more excited. I saw magic in everything. I believed in magic and in the wonders of the world. Of course, I was afraid, sad, angry, and disgusted too, but mostly I was joyful.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Motivation
Why can’t good things stay the same?
Change is inevitable. Actually, it is something that we need in life — to grow, to learn, and to appreciate. It’s a truth we know but a hard pill to swallow, because sometimes, or most of the time, in this ever changing world, we long for the good things we cherish to stay the same.
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Chapters
