Wishing that the emotions coursing through my veins with every beat. of my heart would go with it. knowing there's only one way... stoping my heart
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. it keeps going.
it always ends with a period. ... or a bullet.
But the bitter tears stayed. The raw emotion filled me up.
Like a bottle, overflowing. A tsunami of. confusion..? ... Anger. At myself, for being incapable. At those around me… for being so blind. Why can no one see, why can’t they see that I’m not ok? Why cant someone see through my white lies and blinding perfection. don’t they know better?
they have to know better WHY won’t they do something?
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP
Can’t they see I’m b r o k e n? or...
have I gotten too good at make-belief? Sometimes it feels so real that I get lost in the moment.
CAN ANYONE HEAR ME??
The wind drowns out my screams.
But I'm use to the silence.
... it use to be peaceful.
now it's loud.
s p a c e
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. ... For a second, pretending I’m ok. o k. But the gravity shifts. one moment... I’m weightless.
s o a r i n g
through the sky. And the next. I’m crushed beneath the weight of the world.
Like Atlas, but I’m down on my knees. The weight of reality is too much to bear. I’m sinking, like a ship... A ship with too many holes, beyond repair. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. The weight of knowing sinks in grief envelopes me, welcoming me. Into its comforting darkness.
I wish- things could be different… Maybe in another life... I think thougtfully as I look out into the storm. A practiced captain knows when to give up.
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
Looking back down at my hands I seal the bottle shut.
I’ve always liked solving mysteries, it’s time to be one.
I’ll bet people would wonder why the selfless girl took… took from herself. With a last look at the beaten boat, I toss the bottle weightless for a split second, before dropping like a stone, into the sea of green. THUMP. So quiet without a splash, not even a ripple. THUMP. She was gone.
Fervency referring to effectuality as measured by men, I suppose. Positionally, top line. Challenges are not all games, all games are challenges.
That which he fears comes. Anticipate war, teach your son to access participation trope level anticipatory experience imagining dying now design a death that does not damage, eh, no damming, no pile of useless hordes, dammed to collect the flow anticipating need when need is non exist-ant.
Discussing spells with my grandsons, with an emphasis on secrecy being a thing, in the past, but now we have Herd level AI, art intervention.
Nothing's forever and hardships aren't an exception. When you are too heavy to fly, remember all you can do is retry. What's the problem if people don't believe in you Make it your reason to break through. It's okay to be scared of your dream, atleast you know that it is its extreme. If you fail on the way, take a break and mend yourself for the future day. Never doubt your calibre and go back cause you didn't come this far to pace back the track. Keep fightin' and one day you will find yourself flyin'
It's not about me. It's not about you. It's about what we do. What we do with the time we have left With the people we meet. With the challenges we face. With the rumors we hear. When we come face to face With our fears. With the love we have. With the love we lose. What we do when we have to choose. What we do when we realize We have responsibilities. That's what life's all about to me.