Miss Lucerne🍀

Time impasses In the liminal, I linger Neither softly nor hardly. My temper sharpens, shifts Between blues and indigos, Hues of dim light somewhere Needing electrician's support; A broken glass bulb of neglect. When little is seen, less is written, Pencil tips are cold as knives.

[Seasons, boxed in]

I hate how my mind trails off— To this strange feeling of Comfort You gave without trying, And that my heart seeks Confused, Without awareness. I feel it in my chest, it hurts, And for a second I think I won't make it, Holding it close, tight, My hands go numb, shake, Cold.

[Carcass] Sometimes I take peaks at you (...) So briefly, I nearly forget But you are there, and in time I will join you too, my dear.

It’s so tempting to defy it, to fight it; But we’re not salmon. The river flows and we must follow, Feel the stream while there’s still feet, Learn, forgive, and move on, The future is not so shallow. [2/2]

The past is solid rock, A mountain forming the landscape, From which the nascent springs Lead down baroque The inevitable things, our shape, What we are, and whatever it brings. [1/2]

Really sad I haven't done anything to post here since I made this account, depression really sucks, I want to make my things and post them here someday, hope I get the motivation soon enough

@realcloverchan Who are you??? Why are you tagging me?

I have an account where I'll be putting art in now! It'll be empty for a bit, as I set up a better looking pfp and banner, but if u'd like to look at pixel art I'll eventually post something there @misslucerne is the account