Your mind is a book
Your thoughts
are your words
How you choose to paint it
Shows how you look on the world.
Your ears are the doors
Hater's words are the demons
Once you let them control you
Your book is now gone
And your words turn into
depressing songs.
~illusion (me?)
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Soon, it is my turn to enter the sacred ceremonial room, and relucantly I bid goodbye to Ora. I hope mommy will let us have a playdate, later on.
As I step into the room, it is nothing like how I imagined it to be. The view mirrors a fantasy forest. There are tiny bright dots dancing around me, like stars. There are tall trees everywhere, standing upright like giants they dwarf me. Small bushes of green and blue are rooted everywhere. The sun's rays upon my skin felt invigorati
