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    Morrigan

    I'm Mary, 28 y.o. photographer, youtuber and aspiring writer based in Poland. I don't speak too much, that's why I write a lot. Also about mental health. I love art, video making, music, video games and nature. House Targaryen.
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    Bloom, my love.


    When everything wakes up - here I am dying again.
    There's no spring without blossoms, let's be honest. Instagram, facebook, youtube, the world is full of blooming flowers so here's my piece.
    I still remember when I had no strength to leave home to take photos two years ago - I felt like I was missing a lot. Too much.
    I'm so sick of the present, my doctor will hear all about it.

    Here, take the poem that was born a few days ago.

    I feel I'm dying again tonight. 
    Not the first or the last time. 
    I keep dying so often,
    It feels like a cold or a flu. 

    Dying but never really dead,
    What is even the point of that?
    It's like crawling through the thorns to the finish line,
    But never really reaching it. 

    I don't want to die for good. 
    There's so much I have to see. 
    It just keeps happening. 
    I'm a wounded roe,
    Who cannot reach the woods. 




    When everything wakes up - here I am dying again.
    There's no spring without blossoms, let's be honest. Instagram, facebook, youtube, the world is full of blooming flowers so here's my piece.
    I still remember when I had no strength to leave home to take photos two years ago - I felt like I was missing a lot. Too much.
    I'm so sick of the present, my doctor will hear all about it.

    Here, take the poem that was born a few days ago.

    I feel I'm dying again tonight. 
    Not the first or the last time. 
    I keep dying so often,
    It feels like a cold or a flu. 

    Dying but never really dead,
    What is even the point of that?
    It's like crawling through the thorns to the finish line,
    But never really reaching it. 

    I don't want to die for good. 
    There's so much I have to see. 
    It just keeps happening. 
    I'm a wounded roe,
    Who cannot reach the woods. 



    . Monday, April 23, 2018 .

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