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Introducing Me, Myself and I |

19 | girl | call me Kiya if you will |

dangerously in love with the beauty found within all things creative |

i write, draw, am allergic to being photographed but loves being behind the camera, makes a habit of getting heartbroken by fictional worlds, and practices virtual ghosting every now and then ||

pssst . . . the beautiful profile picture is all thanks to the wonderful Kate from allthetrinkets

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we search for magic within our surroundings, and ask others to write our fairytale ending. we fail to recognise the magic lies within us. the fairydust we forget to feed ourselves lie abandoned. self love, self respect, self worth - self everything. you can't find your destiny in someone else's book; you won't find magic if you don't believe in yourself. because within yourself is where the greatest magic awaits.

i feel like im tiptoeing upon heaven when i lose myself in this serenity. it's a whole new realm where we breathe in love. such a shame though, as i leave through the door, i'm breathing toxicity. there's no serenity out there. i'm being intoxicated against my will. they pour me another glass of self-hatred, a shot of bitterness, buy me a round of intolerance. till i black out and find myself wondering, is it really that hard for heaven to exist outside those cathedral walls?

here's to me wishing for all our nightmares to be scattered across the horizon and burn to ashes as the sun sets the sky on fire; but then again if I hope for all hardships to disappear with every petal that blows away, would i succeed in creating a world where it was all smiles and not just any smile, a smile from the soul?

we choose to see the world in more than one colour. we choose not to be blinded by rules written by ancestors who only saw in two colours. black and white. we choose not to prescribe pills of this is the way to live or you're unworthy to others. we choose to acknowledge not every mind feels the same and not every soul catches fire in the same way. it is with these people we know what it is to be human. because we are not challenged for being our authentic selves. nor are we forced to break ourselves to fit into a mould.

i got us tickets out of hell but i can't seem to find heaven. i can't find no place free of this venomous spite that weaves a thread in society. my reality is built with judgement, fear, hatred, non-acceptance. i want a reality that's pure in its unconditional love. i got us tickets out of hell but how can we escape when the world is fuelled on the intolerance of being a good human being?

they loom above you, but what's to stop you rising up and standing your ground for what justice truly is?

i want to build palaces out of paragraphs, to build cathedrals @martanovakovic_ to graze my hand against the sky and feel the gentleness of an empire i've built. not to tower or loom above the rest but to reflect off mirrors the way our hearts, our minds, our souls are surviving, thriving, living so strongly. let me build a world that spirals only upwards into goodness with nothing to burn it down. cause even if you burn the pages, you can't erase my imagination. i shall use paragraphs to build myself a cathedral. (a little bit of nonsense inspired by @martanovakovic_ former bio 💜)

death of a dream ~ no matter where we go and no matter where we hide our dreams are always going to follow they’re a part of our shadow don’t know how long we can live in the darkness let me tell you let me tell you it’s only the doubt that suffocates us if you don’t believe in me and i don’t believe in you we’ve already killed the Dream.

care to take a walk with me? everything's so clouded. god knows where we'll end up. but it's the company that determines whether you're a step closer to safe haven or not 🌟

i refuse to step in sync to the conductor's baton; instead i compose my own tune and set my own rhythm. maybe i want to waltz into the next bar of my life or perhaps i want a pause before the volta occurs. whatever it is, make sure the notes on your stave are heard forte. (who gets all the musical references?)

don't be afraid to be vibrant when the world seems dull. don't trade your colours for a dimmer perspective. don't sell your quirks to blend in with the bunch. be explosive with your legacy.

every little thing, from the things that drown us, and the things that make us soar amongst our dreams, they all live within us. it exists in our every breath. we live to serve those little things hidden within us, our hearts, our minds, our souls. and sometimes we fail to remember we're constantly writing our storyline. that time doesn't pause. that every breath we take and exhale contains a part of us.

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