How do I describe the sheer soul emptying feeling of a heart corroded by perfection
My bags are heavy and purple how about yours?
How can I explain the lifelong uncleanliness that comes from steady progress to someone whose cheeks are full of processed words through machines of their own selective empathy and understanding
You do not understand my definition of perfection
The house is smaller now
It is the same house but more squat as if it has lost its soul
A house without a home is not worthy of being called such
I cannot stay here in filth and negativity
I am trying I swear it is your fault
Self lullabies and personal consolations
Tomorrow my bags will be filled with more tolerance
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
How do I describe the sheer soul emptying feeling of a heart corroded by perfection
My bags are heavy and purple how about yours?
How can I explain the lifelong uncleanliness that comes from steady progress to someone whose cheeks are full of processed words through machines of their own selective empathy and understanding
You do not understand my definition of perfection
The house is smaller now
It is the same house but more squat as if it has lost its soul
A house without a home is not worthy of being called such
I cannot stay here in filth and negativity
I am trying I swear it is your fault
Self lullabies and personal consolations
Tomorrow my bags will be filled with more tolerance
I like how this almost has no flow. It's up to the reader to decide how it's read and how it makes them feel. My life's been overwhelming recently and I want something calm but impactful
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