—⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆— despite my writings I do not hate myself. I quite like myself In fact I like the laughter and sunlight and the fact That I am a bit of a mystery but only to those who do not earn my truth I feel what I hate is not myself but my reality I feel that I deserve better than the hand I have been dealt selfish? perhaps but that is fine. I would rather be selfish Than walked all over ——— A girl came today Dressed strangely Looked strangely Acted strangely She claimed to be my creator Claimed to be my mother. I have a very loving mother who is Not a young girl dressed like a tacky impression of the future Thank you very much However her words They bore interest Bore notice of visitors Who would be visiting me (I suspect, unwillingly.) From far away lands Far away times I asked her What Do You Want Me To Do About That Then That Is Not My Problem She said I Want You To Write About Them And so I agreed. I am always up for more writing After all. And so ends this first tale First of many many more As I meet travelers And write of their characters I can only hope my words Will do them justice. —⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆— From the Notebooks of Arjun Chakravarti. —⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆—
Writing by @lycaenidae
