I might leave my thoughts and reinvent myself.
Does desperation or envy get you killed faster?
Going back 200 years ago, it would've been depravity
If you re fortunate enough to have your basic needs met, you can indulge in diving deeper than thoughts, deeper than body and mind, further down the loophole until you reach your soul, primal and emotional state of living.
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 1:22 PM UTC
"You are not drowning"
Yet, CoStar.
I'm not sure if its amnesia im afraid of, or the mere thought that memories are no solid proof of living.
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 1:01 PM UTC
It’s not that she doesn’t wanna write anymore, but her fingers don’t see the point in dragging some Letters to form meaningless sentences.
She digs deeper into her skin, leaving ****** marks, smearing them into a circle.
Taking that as a reply to her inner question “who are you?” To which this answers loud and clear- a sewer rat.
You heard me, a rat.
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 6:09 PM UTC
These foul bones you have will make you rot from the inside.
My hands cannot stop digging this dirt you've lived underneath for years
Spirit, spirit come here
You're my haunted lover
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 5:10 PM UTC
I have six of them buried deep inside my head
I could just pull them out one by one if I wanted to
But I tell myself "don't dig up the dead!"
"It's for the best!" they echo..
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 5:56 AM UTC
It's not that I don't want to get it, you're just empty.
Drained of empathy and utterly absurd.
I'm not being careless, if anything- I'm quite the opposite.
So I just choose to remain silent and brush your thoughts away.
You chose to devour me
Cautiously-
Giving in, eventually.
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 4:06 PM UTC
Bare handed I crawl my way up
Towards the sun if I must
"Unburden my mind, mother. Stomp on my ego, make it null, but make me whole.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 7:48 AM UTC
Could you spare my blood?
Etheral lust scattered all around us like dust
Couldn't bare to keep my eyes open so I must
Tell my tale the way it was intended
The way I let my soul dependent
On you
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 4:05 AM UTC
Comb my hair as waves come crashing beneath us, locking us into time and space. Heart's closed but my mind's perceptive.
An endless, bottomless pit, starving for the unknown, or anything that remotely fills the void.
Dreading the silence of my own existence, I stare ahead.
Then- you ask blankly: "What are you thinking about?"
To which - I blink slowly, and say "The waves".
The ones that keep echoing in my mind.
So you keep combing my hair to quiet the sea.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 5:28 PM UTC
We're born again and again,
Get the hang of how things work,
Just to realize the importance of emotions, by this time all of they've been kept a secret, which ultimately leads to a black hole of nothingness..
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC