I'm sorry I'm not perfect, Not able to handle defects, They glare at me, and taunt and taunt, Visible, holes The gaping maws of insecurities that fill with anger and fear
There is nothing here, In a bundle of waste, discarded and left over There are pieces here, but more Emptiness.
They are all missing.
Tearing, scratching, drawing streaks of blood, Claws across this tender throat, Your voice is soft, barely here Hearing the imagination as tears soak through
This little child just needs someone She looks into your eyes, Dear beautiful beautiful hazel eyes Stares blankly as they turn away, tears in red and raw
Perhaps for you perfection, a dream, a light, dancing above I just wanted you here... To say I'm sorry I'm not perfect
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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