Emptier than space Emotions flickering on and off Like the trillion stars that Are kept looking alive Even though we know They exploded a couple light years ago Empty; like a bottle of Hennessy that everyone has taken a sip of Should I go and try to fill it with glitter Or water and some freshly cut flowers? But I feel out of place Though everyone comes and takes a sniff No one asks where the real me go And I have no other purpose But to be forgotten as people Move and go with the flow.
So I guess this is it huh? After all the love bombing and fake feelings you’re finally ready to move on You’re ready to remember what it felt like when I didn’t exist. You’re excited to feel warmth in a new place. Because everything turned cold here. You made it this way though. You turned off your feelings. Maybe you didn’t even have any. Maybe I built a false persona of you in my head that was genuinely interested in me. I must be crazy to think all that time I spent investing in you, you were only pretending to like what I was saying. Like what I was giving to you. I didn’t ask you for anything. I barely reached for a hand. But yet again I’ll switch my feelings back to nothing and pretend like you never even stopped by. Cause it’s that easy right? I’m not that interesting to remember. I’m not that hard to forget. You must have found someone better. So I’ll pretend we ever met.
Sometimes I forget to breath A nagging voice, gnawing at my sleeve My demons, at the gates they seethe Begging for me to set them free Darkness beckons me, with its ecstasy Clawing from the inside, but Outside I crack and wither Like these scars are all that’s left of me
Picture perfect portrait of paranoia Sunken eyes My inner voice has distorted Causing me to toss and turn, and become contorted Foreign is my reflection The Dark Man has trapped me With his apathy I let him in Depression wins
A journey into the dark. The core of my abilities is in my courage to converse with the darkness. An eternal struggle
Soft, a damp; an umber forest. a mossy way. rain; wet trickled dirt. distant ravens. boots; crispy ferns. snapping twigs. just breathe; a deep gray whisper, the irresistible scent of fern. falling back into the dark musty bristle of a bear, quickly being submerged by deep grey, smokey clouds. Look up, in the feathery pines - a flying squirrel! his eyes, lips, and spirit all at once smile saying,
"hi. little duck,"
Just a little thing I wrote a while back... makes me feel good