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TABLE OF CONTENTS Pg 1...a letter from our founder Pg 2-3...poem by @ tormentedstar Pg 4-7...”dreams” by @thegr4nts Pg 8...Poem by @sl1ceofh3aven Pg 9-11...Playlist by @Tormentedstar Pg 12...Updates and announcements
A LETTER FROM OUR FOUNDER I want to thank everyone that makes Honey Dawn Possible. that includes my amazing friends that agreed to be apart of the team for this first edition, (we’re still building our staff, if you’re interested!), all of the contributors - for lending us your amazing creativity, time, and talent- , and of course, our lovely readers! So much went into this first edition, and I hope you love it, as much as I loved creating it! With love, Andy Editor-In-Chief page 1- @andez4u
I saw you that day, brooding in the entrance. I wondered who you were and what had brought you to me. Your smile, unknown yet so familiar. So sweet. When I saw you, under the light of the ghostly pale moon. Starry eyes in plain sight. I didn’t want only your attention. I wanted your heart, your soul. I wanted your eyes to choose me as their favorite view. I wanted your hands to memorize every syllable of my body. I wanted to carve your chest open and print my name upon your heart, so it would beat with the echo of mine, forever intertwined. page 2- @tormentedstar
I wanted your voice to be the only melody haunting my mind, keeping me awake during the quiet hours of the gloomy nights. I wanted to look at the night sky and only see your eyes among the stars. I wanted to rip the words “ Forever” off your chest and make it true. I wanted to love you. Not quiet. Not secretive. But messy, loud, fearless. I wanted to show the world what loving you looked like, while showing you how proper love can feel like. I wanted to shout at the rooftops, promising heavens you’d forever be mine to love. I wanted to hold you so tightly in my arms, you could never run for the hills again. page 3- @tormentedstar
i think my thoughts are the only true reflection of me. it’s easy to get them down on paper, and my words flow faster than the time it takes to recite them in my head. but when i try to say them out loud, they get stuck in my throat and pushed back down. it grows gaps in my mind until there’s nothing to think of except everything all at once. how to rebuild them is far beyond my imagination. page 4- @thegr4nts
so i paint new ones. new worlds full of new ideas. all that have a little bit of truth in them, a little reflection of the past. sometimes it feels like my whole life is a dream, an imaginative world painted on a blank canvas. every time I pick up the paintbrush, a little bit of the original picture dissipates. and i cover all the blacks and the whites with colorful, vibrant hues. swirls of red, green, blue dance across the painting and crowd my vision. page 5- @thegr4nts
the motion of my brush becomes subconscious as i lose myself in the color. i feel as if i became one with the painting, yet the monochrome picture beneath it is still very much real, standing right in front of me. and when i look back, everything i’ve experienced is still there, shaping these dreams. when you look a little deeper, you start to see that not all of it is blank. the original painting starts to feel a little less black and white, page 6- @thegr4nts
and the blurry lines become more linear. that painting has always been beautiful— sometimes you just have to put the paintbrush down and search for it. page 7- @thegr4nts
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