Take you back to when your eyes were fixed on the price. To your optimistic young self that lived for tomorrow. To the future orientation glimpses you created in your head and coloured the red flags white that maybe patience would serve you your desires on a silver platter. Or better yet that the world would treat you any better for being a good person. Before the world crumbled on your feet that you took everything in because resilience died along the way of consistent failure. You believed less as the years went by and gave in to every pinch of fire that your brain lit that in between the war of soul and mind,your mind won.
To the moments when you lived in moments of weakness and commited yourself to distraction,wanted a distraction so bad you lost your soul saving your brain. The rain bet you so hard you let the rope loose. You’ve fallen too far redemption feels impossible so you wander in the choices you made when you started giving up. Too far fallen that you have no hope of finding the you desperation damaged. You indulge to dodge your regrets. That even when you knew it’s wrong you wrapped it up in the phrase of not living forever. Too timid and faithless that you left what your heart held for a handful of a goodday without a next day. Before you gave up opening up because you became too much to everyone around you so for validation you normalized smiling and throwing your shit under the bus. You’ve bottled up everything that destroyed your core that now you’ll take any hand that stretches to save you and still you would reject every hand. Sorry to the real you that I talked too directly to you to mask up the nudity my bleeding pen unveils. That I take too much away from your heart to spit what I can’t swallow because saying me feels heavier than saying you. I am sorry to you that I address you to seek solace for the monster my pain created,and to serve myself a little bit of karma I believed that I am not alone yet so alone that I have no one to talk to,too long that I smear my blood on paper,break my vocal cords with pen and sprinkle out the broken remnants of me!
This is really dope keep up with the good work 👏
If you ever need to Google art… This is the place… Don’t be mistaken… It’s all here…
The amount of emotions you stir up with every word on that magnificent piece of writing is phenomenal.
You are going far momma😚😚😚💘keep the fire burning
I am sorry to you that I address you to seek solace for the monster my pain created,,,i replace this irony with a pen and ink if i had a good handwriting like you❤❤❤,,,you keep it rapad up,,in this blends.
Far gone is the oasis now we stuck in the desert,never seem to know when we’ll get out because the wind keeps changing its course but each day we fight!
Nice piece Twin I love it
I’m proud of you
🔥🔥🔥you got a way of seeing through me🥺 nice work Shilla
Always fall in love with your work babygirl 💕
Always a pleasure reading your writings this is pure art Shilla ❤️
🙏❤️I ADORE THE ART AND ARTIST 💯
Very interesting, I love this piece ❤️❤️keep doing this💯
Too torn to art of the bleeding pen that I find refuge in not hurting the pen and the book no more. To torn apart to expecting to be treated better for being good. I mean we died by the same hands that bleeds yet somehow somewhere we still on. On something yet to be name yet to be found.🥀You are the work of A.R.T♥️
Soo cool,,,,when it comes to writing i really believe in you
Just keep up ❤️🔥🔥
Great work mamaa❤❤❤i love your art
woow this is so awesome Shilla I just love your poetry😚😚❤️❤️💯
Such magnificence aaah am in love👏👏❤
😯woow. Great art
❤️💕art on another level
Hae Sheila I love your creative thoughts, you’re never limited by anything. Keep up dear 😘.
this is pure talent…keep up gal
God bless the work of your hands.
Why do you tie knots in my heart😍😍 love your work baby boo
I wish l could write like you…nice piece!!!