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The flowers inside my head eating away at the decaying thoughts. I hear them when it’s just quiet enough – gorging. Oh Mother, I’m fixing your mistakes. You and me – made from the same two pillars: dependency and suffering. I tear them down softly, slowly – shedding what I have seen, like a snake peeling its skin. Everything I have ever known, collapsing around me, leaving things I have loved covered in ash – my own Pompeii. But I’ll make my own way out of these rotten bricks. That is my promise to you – and myself.
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Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
Pompeii's Bloom
The flowers inside my head eating away at the decaying thoughts. I hear them when it’s just quiet enough – gorging. Oh Mother, I’m fixing your mistakes. You and me – made from the same two pillars: dependency and suffering. I tear them down softly, slowly – shedding what I have seen, like a snake peeling its skin. Everything I have ever known, collapsing around me, leaving things I have loved covered in ash – my own Pompeii. But I’ll make my own way out of these rotten bricks. That is my promise to you – and myself.
I haven't really written anything since last year. I'm going through a lot of changes but today I finally grabbed the pen again. :)
#flowers#thoughts#pompeii#promise#mother
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maagda111
23/F/Germany
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
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