My ideas, I s'pose
Hearing whispers in the mind of a man who cannot speak.
They used to go on adventures together. Remember that, Allen? One of them isn’t human at all. The other is far too human.
There is a beast, only seen by the bravest travelers. Its shimmering fur (scales, spines, skin, shell, etc. you get the point it's a shiny boi) gives the illusion that it was never fully in the same dimension. One brave human accidentally steps into the other worlds this creature touches.
Every person here has one thing, just one, that isn't right. They're freaks. And they just might have tea with you if you aren't careful.
all my ideas are melodramatic
also stop being dyslexic you stupid f*ck (I wonder if I can swear here?)
some poetry blurbs
What does the average wanderer see
on my canvas of abstract art?
Do they see my light
or my dark?
Do they see my skin
or my heart?
My paints have dried up
and my brushes are stiff
from sitting too long in their water cup.
Can’t remember what I sat down to create
or if I ever had an idea at all.