Huba Huba

United States

Writer, poet, musician, wanna-be-botanist.
Sleep deprived.
Call me a monster, I put milk in before the cereal.
I'm probably eating ramen right now or having a mental breakdown.
Imagine having an aesthetic bio
Joined: May 26, 2020

Message to Readers

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I prefer more criticism than compliments.

Hidden Truths

August 11, 2020

    My creator's face is buried in his hands. Sitting next to him, I'm covered in dark, harsh strokes, with a sorrowful melody. His competitors' names boom through a loud speaker; they then receive golden plaques for their paintings that sing beautiful melodies. His name is never called. 
    We feel condescending glares on us; the same glares the judges gave. The room feels colder. 
    "Why do you paint such ugliness on me?" I ask him. 
    "Because there is such ugliness in the world, but people don't want to admit their dark, harsh truths."
    He's missing a golden plaque. 
    

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