SpiderwebWisher

        your lips were bleeding ichor, as you dreamt beneath the universe and i thought to myself...   i. head underwater, they watch you with cassiopeia eyes as you seep into her star-stricken skin    ii. we carved our names in hearts on the flesh of dryads, arms branched out, head full of sky ever-expanding, infinity between our fingertips, but falling leaves indicate that the tree is dying   iii. iii. you're like a flower in the winter, storm tucked behind your ears, and oblivion in the corners of your lips the summer heat is getting to your head fall-ing for you-is the season of change (but have i not changed enough for you?)

Do you remember me? ...No? Well then, maybe this will help you remember. I live in an village filled with children and young couples, you'll know it when you see how happy everyone is. You'll know which house I live in, it's the one which everyone stays away from, you'll see me sitting by my windowsill, watching, because it's far too cold for an old lady like me to go out. I took life for granted. The pavement will be covered completely in snow, and the children next door are laughing, but they sound far off in the distance, and I don't know if the familiarity is peaceful, or painful. That's the problem with old fellas like me. I'm not su

        your lips were bleeding ichor, as you dreamt beneath the universe and i thought to myself...   i. head underwater, they watch you with cassiopeia eyes as you seep into her star-stricken skin    ii. we carved our names in hearts on the flesh of dryads, arms branched out, head full of sky ever-expanding, infinity between our fingertips, but falling leaves indicate that the tree is dying   iii. iii. you're like a flower in the winter, storm tucked behind your ears, and oblivion in the corners of your lips the summer heat is getting to your head fall-ing for you-is the season of change (but have i not changed enough for you?)

        i. my little sailor boy, you are clockwise and fumbling your fragile wrists struggle around the edges of your wanderlust's atlas open your star spangled eyes and get your head out of the clouds you're going in circles (don't make the same mistake columbus did)        ii. the tide has pushed you away your eyes are inkshot in the candlelight your hands intwined and overrun around billowing sails and chipped wood   my little sailor boy, the seas grow cold and the skies darken the farther you stray from your treasure-locked heart don't put the anchor down (you've gone too far, now)        iii. swim the seas of stardust and vent

Who am I? Hullo! I'm SpiderwebWisher. :wave: I was born on January 19 (you're not getting my age) into a creative family (in which, my mother is a writer, a teacher and a storyteller, my father is a singer-song writer, and musician, and my aunt is an artist and art therapist) that had just evolved itself from a family line of lawyers, businessmen and government officials. What do I do? Well, I consider myself a writer, even though writing is just a hobby of mine. I like to write fiction stories, and poems every once and awhile. Why am I here at TheMediaCritic (https://www.deviantart.com/themediacritic)? I'm here to help other deviants get the feedback and motivation they dese

when i was young, i wanted to be just like isaac newton because i had discovered that nothing is going to bring you down but gravity