When I write,
the loud voices I have been fighting with
quieten as they bleed out from my head,
seep through my fingertips, and onto my keypad;
its clacking sound replacing
the deafening wild and vile thoughts
I have harboured.
When I write,
it feels as though the weight of the world
has been lifted off my shoulders.
A burden I have long carried.
A burden I should not have carried.
When I write,
I abandon any desires to reach out.
Instead, I seek temporary relief by confiding
in my literary companion
a layman calls _notes_.
However, when I write,
you continue to linger in my thoughts;
my futile attempt at distancing.
Because when I write,
it is you that I am writing about.
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 2:10 AM UTC
When I write,
the loud voices I have been fighting with
quieten as they bleed out from my head,
seep through my fingertips, and onto my keypad;
its clacking sound replacing
the deafening wild and vile thoughts
I have harboured.
When I write,
it feels as though the weight of the world
has been lifted off my shoulders.
A burden I have long carried.
A burden I should not have carried.
When I write,
I abandon any desires to reach out.
Instead, I seek temporary relief by confiding
in my literary companion
a layman calls _notes_.
However, when I write,
you continue to linger in my thoughts;
my futile attempt at distancing.
Because when I write,
it is you that I am writing about.
