Shackles of nothingness holding me down. Feeling so tired, too tired to do anything.
Why do you frighten the subconcious thought?
Jolting one up with the heart running amok.
Oh why do I face you nightmares,
why do you creep up upon the darkest corners of my mind.
I secretly lock my weakest inadequacies away,
yet you found them
and flippantly play it calmly before my sight.
As if to deny my moment of rest,
are you telling me my biggest fears are true?
terror of the night,
be gone with all my might.
Unpredictable like the weather.
Having something to hold on to,
the walls by the side of the deep pool;
the railings by the skating ring,
the false illusion of safety makes taking that leap harder than it should be.
Perhaps, having nothing drives one further. Need to step up and step out of this comfort zone.
I’m awoken by the sound of our apartment buzzer. You’ve lost your keys again and so I am forced out of bed to let you in, cursing as I pad...
- I miss writing short stories.
But my mind is so cluttered. :(
what sort of matter is
a prayer composed of,
and do the birds know
this play of light
in the mist,
My clothes are still wet
There is sea weed in my hair
And sand on my toes
And under my fingernails
And in that small space in
The curve of my upper...
All our lives they told us to believe.
To believe in ourselves. To believe that we could be anything we wanted to be. To believe that we could...
- Negative Mass.
i saw us
for the first time,
the way we were.
occupying space and chairs
in the living room, breathing
oolong and antimatter,
- My Sunshine (Submission)
Ever since I met your words, my heart has felt the same
I try and shake these feelings, stop my mind...