golden laced in her eyes from rays above and shadows over smiles "smoke is comforting" repeat sorrows drowned in meaningless words days felt like hurdles but it could always be worse right? repeat tragedy it seemed she smiled through gritted teeth at the tether over her wrists there was a certain seduction that came with melancholy repeat it seemed an act of folly a further decent into madness yet the notion of an echo brought nothing but hope repeat
How many people have I known; taking them into me, speaking that universal, ancient language of intimate bodies. All the beds I've slept in, all the hands that have felt me move as I dance the age old dance.
Sometimes I wish I was invisible. Not to go around and be sneaky. Doing **** that upsets people or hurts them. I just wish I was invisible because I'm just so ******* tired of being seen. Having to hide my insecurities. Having to lock up my emotions. Having to keep myself safe. Just being out there.
I rock. Not the kind where i'm awesome... The kind where I find I hug myself. Where I move back and forwards. All the ******* time. When I eat. When I write. When I read. When I do anything. Just gently rocking. Always have and probably always will. But it comforts me. I comfort me That's so ******* weird. But it's honest.
I wish I was invisible. So that the world could leave me alone. Because it gnaws on my bones. Like it has the right to do that to me. I just want to be invisible so I can live quietly. Doing my own thing. And no one will know I am there. And hopefully no one will see me. And, if I close my eyes. And rock quietly, and slowly. I think that's the closest I will ever get. To being invisible.
Anxiety *****. Being an introvert in a world of extroverts is so draining. Just makes me want to be invisible for a while.
fingers dance up and down the fretboard a violinist gives voice to endless frustration ~ lyrics hold endless meaning - damaged souls tangle themselves in the chords, ******* vitality as milk from a mother to drown out endless white noise ~ tears roll down cheeks pale from lack of sunlight, glimmering with tiny flames as heros conquer the demons we /wish/ we had the bravery to tackle
A short exploration of some of the outlets people use to get away from their problems.