Nivvy's Story Buffet

To tell friend from foe is like distinguishing water from wine, So obvious yet we are so blinded by the fogged glass shielding us from the inner liquids, The inner liquids that make the chalice different,  The liquids that hold more than just taste,  But pain and jealousy, Fury and rage, Innocence and corruption, Disgust and hatred Please pick me,  Please save me, from the world of sand dunes sinking to the ground, The love from the bubbles are temporary,  I will aid you through sorrowful seas, I will bless you will loving pleas, i’ll sing to you a lullaby... till my inner fluids run dry Don't come back when you are drunk and desolate, I do not wish to see what I have failed to compete with, It seems we have to race to the end of the line but it forms to a circle that meets no end, Who am I if not competition? Who am I if I don't win?  I’ll drain oceans if it means you want the shells or pearls, I’ll plug the clouds if it means you want to see the sun, I’ll pull...

I speak candidly when I say Wendy Darling is my hero. Perhaps the contorted faces that line in front of me as I speak of my devotion are valid, but nonetheless, I say it with the utmost confidence. Believing was something I could do best: assuming I was great and everything in the entire world would and could be conquered, fall into the palms of my hand. Believing in these happy thoughts, alongside five siblings of which I govern, just as Wendy.  I’ve lived in dozens of worlds; my life a mere choice of which I decided. Within books, I sought solace, confiding in my chosen family. No friends were as loyal as these two cherished companions.  I did not desire a mediocre life; I wanted to drown in my yearning, my hope, my dream.  Yet, even amid these blissful musings, flight is impossible without a sprinkle of fairy dust. I wish I braced a warning of some sort: that one day, I’d've experienced the last dream of my soul. People perceive what they desire, and when my very own ...

  I AM A MUSE It's incredibly devastating,  Yet exceptionally beautiful, Knowing that my words will not be completely understood by anyone,  Knowing that everything I say will be perceived differently,  To some their gold, to others rust  Because we only understand each other,  To the extent in which we understand ourselves,  A rarity in today's day and age,  Who is it that decides to sacrifice bliss for truth,  People now seem to enjoy living in delusion,  People now seem to love ignorance, and cherish it,  But I ask everyone who let ignorance prevail,  Who taught us it was a blessing, it is a curse subjected onto you by those with power, So you stay blinded,  Do you truly wish to walk through the world with fog in your eyes?  Its arguably impossible for 2 souls, two minds, two me’s to reach the same level of understanding,  But whenever a star decided to shine during an eclipse, they do,  And it's absolute...