i've been gone for too long
stopped for sometime;
ran out of words
out of emotions or maybe feelings
of a deep, pitch black void inside of me.
but, it feels different now
as if i'm whole, maybe mended;
i enjoy lying on my bed on a sunday morning
as the sun spears my eye,
it doesn't hurt anymore.
i wrote a letter to myself after a long time,
and the first sentence was a happy one, surprisingly;
i wrote about a new jacket i bought the other day,
about filling my basket with flowers i killed,
only to keep them alive in my books.
i feel a change within me, a new spirit, rush
springing up in me, wanting to explode
everywhere,
and honestly-
for the first time,
i feel as if i'm back
back and alive;
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
i've been gone for too long
stopped for sometime;
ran out of words
out of emotions or maybe feelings
of a deep, pitch black void inside of me.
but, it feels different now
as if i'm whole, maybe mended;
i enjoy lying on my bed on a sunday morning
as the sun spears my eye,
it doesn't hurt anymore.
i wrote a letter to myself after a long time,
and the first sentence was a happy one, surprisingly;
i wrote about a new jacket i bought the other day,
about filling my basket with flowers i killed,
only to keep them alive in my books.
i feel a change within me, a new spirit, rush
springing up in me, wanting to explode
everywhere,
and honestly-
for the first time,
i feel as if i'm back
back and alive;
