its the fear of being understood,
that welcomes dread.
its the shadows of doubt,
that fuels the inevitable regret,
which burns away of what could be.
flames that scorch,
instead of balminess.
until it becomes futile,
of being fully realized,
with a whole 'nother.
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
eat without tasting,
speak without talking,
scream without hearing,
feel without breathing.
draw without strokes.
sing without notes.
living but delay,
floating like a dream - far away.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
temptation is sweet
careful not to take too much
it'll come out as sh*t
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC