It is as if a wave of tranquility passed over me this morning. Still numb. However, the strenuous longing to feel has dissipated. The wounds have be temporarily cauterized. No empty pain lingers in the darkness like a phantom menace. I felt nothing before, But I knew I was in pain. Now the nothingness consumes any lingering obscure thoughts. I am the hollow man; Such a fragile shell I carry on burden bones. But tis a pleasant day indeed. Thunder storms barrage the sky in open warfare and ominous tear drops soak the battlefield. For once I am not the fool weeping alone; The world takes my place, my pain, my suffering, and I revel in the warmth of it's tears as any good sadist does.
Poetic pros I write in my journal that I reveal to the world in snippets.
Throwing shots out a window, it's all really a pain. But it won't stick or leave a stain. Still mind my ways, the many open things on my brain. I feel fragile as glass, so please Lord, don't let me break.
a fragile heart, stand it so brave, it won't last for good, leave it on edge, it'll jump with an outburst, swiftly like leaves flying at fall, wrathful like a senseless war, they said " you're so much alike to him", and i wondered how history works, how it keeps writting off names, a pattern of repetition, the thought of a breakable heart, scares more than a thousand of ghosts, and i swore to dad, never should i take advantage, of one's heart, neither mine too.
Sometimes I think about going back to ****** but always end up realizing I can’t because that world would break me once more because I’m too soft I guess everyone is too soft especially when they start using many think they’ll be a bulb of light illuminating a dim and darkened room until the deader bulbs take advantage draining the once bright bulbs until they’re fragile shells.