a line
stark white against the wearing asphalt
it runs along the edges
it dances around the curves
it’s takes beatings
it may start to wear
it crumbles
it gets broken and then put back together
it’s gets a new face
gets remade
it’s hard to stay whole when your not who you were
it’s breaking
and wearing
until it’s it no longer solid
now a dashed line
stark white against the wearing asphalt
it stumbles along the edges
it’s wonders around the curves
it continues down the road
The dashed line breaks away
always leaving space for another to follow.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
the cool air brushes your shoulder,
leaving a shiver down your spine.
the thin clouds dance in the stars.
the cold wet grass beneath your feet,
and the mud in between your toes.
it’s odd time,
a feeling of being watched and discomfort ,
but something in it is soo
calm.
like nothing in the world can touch you
where ,
the air numbs your pain,
the clouds and stars a dream,
the wet grass grounding,
and the mud a connection to everything, that ever was and ever will be.
when the world becomes thorns tearing at my throat,
i come here,
because twilight is the unsettling comfort,
and twilight hides all.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
when your head screams endless words of terror and judgement
when all the noise stirs a fog settling behind your eyes
you push it to the back
try to hide it
as the fog takes over
it keeps forming
until all that is left is a weightless lifting you over the edge of your sanity
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:22 PM UTC
Isolating myself.
doing whatever it takes to keep that distant feeling from sinking farther into my stomach
the moss yields under my step
(i fall deeper)
the wind whispers in my ears
(my vision blurs)
my knees hit the leafy ground
the thorns claw at my chest
(they wrap my rib cage)
The tree roots strangle my throat
and then its calm
i am once again running through the woods
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:12 PM UTC