there are chains on my desk,
you cant see them but i can,
in fact i can feel them.
i can feel them tight around my neck
pulling me away from my soul.
they slowly drag me 'forward'.
my grip on freedom weakens as the links tussle my neck,
the singing of birds fade and become more distant.
singing choirs cease to sing.
the sun shines differently,
its a dim light with no glimmer anymore.
i see less colours now and my muscles ache.
i move less, smell less, feel less.
its cold as i subdue to the pull.
my clattering and rebellious steps form rhythm
my legs conform as i march in sync with all the same misfortunates around me
dragged and dragged we march
there is no point to resist
now we march
confidently we march
but our souls were left behind

sometimes sadness swells
uncontrollably
and I'm not sure how to feel about it
other than I feel the way it forces me to
a mixture of sadness and confusion as I interrogate myself
through all the possible causes of my sadness
until i stumble upon it
where then it strikes a deep minor chord that resonates through my body
i wonder why this makes me sad
and whether i should be sad
and whether i deserve to be sad
everyone needs to feel sad once in a while
but it hurts
and that doesn't feel good
when a loved one dies,
or a friend leaves you,
or your hearts broken,
or you're failing class,
or you lose a game,
or you disappoint someone,
or you disappoint yourself,
or
maybe
when you just feel sad

but it will be okay
the swelling sadness settles down
you'll be fine.

We could talk for eternity.
If me and her were in the pitts of hell doomed to suffer the eternal flames and pain,
it'd be okay because we would just talk.

Time slips by like a knife through soft butter when we talk

We could talk about how we say talk instead of speak because it sounds more ...Whats the word..

then we'd talk about finding the word and how words sometimes slip by just as time does

I feel her, not physically
but mentally.
She teaches me lots and i teach her not as much.
I like to understand her.
It makes me feel happy when she smiles and i like it when she is excited and when she shouts a little too loud.
I like it because we dont ever think about how long we've been talking for ; it just happens.

Sometimes we just sit in silence and stare.
But its okay because we understand eachother.
We feel eachother.

Thats why i like talking to her.