I sat at the edge of something, contemplating anything. Like so many times before, I try to look up, but could only stare down into the cascading darkness beneath my dangling feet. As I lost myself in the contemplations of the day, a figure appeared beside me. In one hand it held a flower, and …
And sometimes the blue turns to grayAs lost puppies push their nose into the sandDigging along the shoreFor something, anythingWasting away, starving, thirstyHow long can they digBefore the indifference of the tideCarries them awayWhy is it no one told themThere’s nothing to be foundOnly the repetition of diggingThe days blur; searching, searchingTill we finally understand …
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense Uninvited and unwelcome With more loss to come Before we understand The crippling effects Of double digits and time Old bones would be known Soon enough But not soon enough …
I watch the blood run down my hand Drip from my fingertips, splash on the floor All I can do is think to myself How much I really don't give a fuck anymore But this, like everything else Is just superficial Another worthless gesture Another failed attempt That changes nothing I try to remember the …
Of all things You thought this Would break me I remember everything Which led to this My attempts To form a void Within this chaos Shape-shifting Reality, bends and turns Sometimes wasted Always left wanting I missed the sound Of it breaking The last piece Shattering the realization As the dust blows From my hand …
Here I just found this Thought I had Lost it Turns out It was never mine To begin with Careful It's been broken Many times But I hear You like Broken things Take it It's yours If you want it I was never sure What to do With it Anyway They say It holds A …
Fucking mirror. I have no desire to look at myself right now. But I can’t help but look. Each time, for just a moment during the approach, maybe, maybe this time, something will be different. But it’s not. It’s all the same. I can’t find a way to get away from this, it’s always the …
