I Am So Small

Personal Stories, Advice, and Support 6 People

    In this concrete jungle there's a constant fire

    burning and we're all trees, our bark & our leaves alight in the fire, we resist for so long, but eventually we either burn down or are burned out. Skeletons of trees littering the city, there's something tragic mixed with something beautiful, a certain chaos that defines our...
    Somethingwhispered Somethingwhispered
    18-21, M
    Feb 17, 2016

    The Earth I was born into was like a painting

    canvas, as people before me were born, they would add their own strokes to the image, developing the picture of the world as it is now. No one knows what the canvas was like before them, they only add to the image as they see it now. The world is formed into something...
    Somethingwhispered Somethingwhispered
    18-21, M
    Feb 5, 2016
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