19/F/Canada "These are the sensations and feelings that are gradually blunted by education, staled by custom, rejected in favor of social conformity." -Herbert Read (in regards to the wonder of a child) 70 followers / 11.3k words
it's not that i can't breath just that the air is too heavy too humid too thick with lies and sickly sweet half-truths that choke me up and fill my lungs with smog drowning me with the intention towards strife and barbarity to consume the life-giving and raise the executioners on their thrones of thorns
it's not that i can't breath just that the air isn't right does not satisfy this burning in my lungs and the dizzy fog in my head that trips me up and fills my mouth with gasps my lungs heaving against iron bands of cultural and social restrictions on the righteous and leniency for the cruel on their stages in masks
it's not that i can't breath just that the air is alive smothering me intoxicating and illusory and insubstantial as a midnight dream that jolts me awake and fills me with unreasoning panic banishing from my mind all reason in the laws of nature to protect the awake and disturb the sleepers in their hollows of selfishness.
One step at a time, on this lonely road. One word at a time, that's the story's flow. One song, one go. Put on a show. One cry, final breath, sinking slowly down to death.
Endless years Eons When does it end? Will it ever? I have seen empires rise and fall I have seen lovers meet and break apart I have seen the life bleed out of so many Too many But never myself I have lived so long Under so many names I no longer know who I am
Wind and snow Perfection Acceptance of the dark, shaking wound Resurfacing Oh, Champion, sleep Survive the tender ministrations of death Disarming as the winter peace might be Do not act impulsively Or the river of souls will claim you Six feet underground