19/Gender Fluid/the void Through writing, I've found a great comfort. Many of my writings are personal.
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Birds chirping overhead Songs echoing in beauty A different type of speech Nonspecific, yet still so An impossible possibility
A black and white photograph Stirring memories The dust inhaled Coughing fit Just like That day Years ago
Every little sight Sound Texture Scent Taste Brings it about And back into the light
Relive the good ol' days The magic When you were young Didn't know much Or knew too much
That summer Way back when Under the tree On top of the hill When we were kids But that was then But please Take me back to when We were kids Just some good ol' nostalgia
"Time stands still" Never true But still When I am with you Gazing your way Time seems to slow Then, suddenly You turn I catch you looking Gazing at me... Even so It's probably not the way That I do But still I hope...
Tired eyes Blank face Staring into the void An emptiness Absence of mind Simply a shell Left to wander Without knowing Brought back to reality What did I miss?
Anticipation for the inevitable A rush of adrenaline Coursing through my veins Telling myself I'm okay Lying to steady my heartbeat "Relax, it'll be okay." Yet, such is false For my mind is a minefield A pile of rubble Left to settle the dust Determine the damage Before it's too late And I'm too far gone.