Philocaly

Closed my eyes; Not that it made much of a difference It was dark anyways. And I lay there, Unmoving. Looking, But not seeing. And all that I could hear Was the silence. And when I felt the heavy blanket Settle over me Caressing every curve, Every edge, Every little imperfection; And when I felt it settle, I let it. Binding me to this bed; Binding me forever. --- Woah... I actually posted a poem! Thanks for reading (if you actually did read it)! This is my own poem that I wrote maybe a week ago (or maybe less than a week ago). Let me know what you think. <3, Pseudonym

I'm trying something new, and I probably won't even continue this, but I still hope I can continue this blog -- either as a habit or just for plain enjoyment. You always have to start somewhere, right? I think when I made this, I was thinking of posting nice shower thoughts (most of them probably not from me) or some poems or things that I've created myself. Or maybe not by myself. I'm still not sure. I love big, beautiful, and descriptive words. You might have noticed that from the title of my blog: "Philocaly". Apparently, it's not a word. There's a red dotted line under it. But philocaly means "the love of beauty", and I think that really represents who I am as a person. As for my hobbies, well, it's typical to just put the ones that you think sound good to readers: reading, playing piano, writing, studying quantum physics, etc. etc. etc. But what I really love is drawing (even though I'm not very good at it), traveling (especi