somberbitch

somberbitch Apr 2017

Clouds

The day is young, and the forgotten warmth of the sun
coated my face.
Back in my sanctuary I had long forgotten,
I awaited the day.
Awaited life to come in at full force knocking at my door,
packed and ready for endless adventures.
As the sun made its routine trip through the endless clouds,
I waited.
It was only when an old friend returned high above me did i realize the despondency that crept into the air when my thoughts were clouded with delusions.
With my predictions affirmed, I allowed myself to be swallowed by the welcoming haze that awaited me.

somberbitch Apr 2017

Monotonous

Perfection.
The common ground to most,
the ideal noun.
As we lay, this is the word I think of,
perfection.
But you have a different word,
a word very far from what I imagined,
and life begins to once again reveal its true colors.
My vision blurs as silence fills the air,
and we drift to sleep.

somberbitch Apr 2017

Untitled

I hear the echo of my own voice bounce back to me.
I stare at your blank face,
receiving no sense of verification that I, nor you, even exist.
I try again to reiterate my thought but by then you have moved on,
Something i have deemed too familiar.
You speak,
I listen.
Yet my mind is stuck in this perforated space in time,
where whimsical stories fill the air, the unrealistic fables we cling onto so dearly slowly becoming more translucent now.
I blink and I'm back,
Along with the everlasting inscrutable look I call home.

somberbitch Mar 2017

Fabricated Bliss

Happiness is a peculiar thing.
Desired by all, but comes in so many different designs that understanding every soul is nearly impossible.
Yet here i am, understanding that you make me happy,
but also coming to terms with the fact that what brings you happiness in turn destroys my own.
And here i lay left with a thought;
Do i have the right to despise what makes you happy, if I get you in return?
Or am I just disappointed that me alone does not satisfy you the way you satisfy me.

somberbitch Mar 2017

A Thought

The pit of my stomach aches.
I force myself into another thought but it's no use, my safe haven is slowly filling with the blackest of smoke.
I shrivel as the sea of realities i reluctantly shoved away,
depriving them of the oxygen they so desired in order to thrive,
fill every crevice.
And just like that I'm consumed, my soul stripped away for yet another restless night.

#thoughts #consumed