2am talking to you... The hum of a neon sign, Emitting light so tranquil Purple Luminescence on your face. The sparkle in your eye, it brings life to all... The smile in your words In comparison everything so small.
In conversation vocalising the deep within
What can I say, 2am there is no filter Here.
The euphoria so intense all Existence has so much Distance, the world fades away...
Quizzed with the words you speak Everything begins to dull Everything so quiet and clear
The realisation of how much I hold you dear I'd hate to think what I'd do Without you here
I am not here for anyone’s amusement I dance when I hear music I scratch my head when it itches I love with my heart And see with my eyes The ground beneath my feet lets me know That while I can not fly I may travel through time And see new life Where it once did not exist I run my fingers across my face For I know I will soon long for younger days But I remember Just as we wither So too do we grow Endless rivers Steady flow
little me, why so sorrow? what makes you disconnect?
seeing your body in pictures sent shivers down your neck the rhythmic beating pounding as an alarm body restless when will you get rest then?
little me, you waited quite a while family's opinions turned vile it didn't matter much you never connected only as much as a charger is to phone
escapism buried her when he could be online reversing roles and affirming yourself only gained so much self help a tool to be unlocked
little me, you had blocks in front of you you played with them as trial until they weren't meanwhile so what did it mean to you? what did you learn? how did you grow? what did you learn?
little me, you're too young to understand one day you'll find who I am we've always been together tight knit and forever don't lose the game of cards unless you want your graveyard
Saw a picture of myself from about 6 or 7 years ago and felt inclined to write a message to myself then. If I met a younger version of myself, I wouldn't have told them everything that's happened so far. I would've just asked them why they do the things they do, and to think critically. having exposure to internet was great, but it did rot my mind.
rustic brain calls upon late a night, wishing things will be done by the breaking of dawn.
oh, how i wish these sleepless nights could end in a spur. for years i have calculated, but have not documented those hideous moments to ever enter my sight. everywhere i look, a bickering thought arrives as if a group of chattering teeth lines through my mind when i'm suppose to be at rest.
in this shallow moment, let this end. in this shallow moment, let's stop crying silently in our bed.
and as the morning rises, we could see brightly of the horizon. forgetting it for awhile until it crawls through at night. an unending cycle that causes a lot of fright. as if our brains lingers to the thought too tight.
rustic brain will soon heal or so, or just life's haunting thrill
Love, It’s painful. It’s the aching for their touch when they’re not there It’s feeling lost in your thoughts wandering if you’re enough It’s knowing that lost them and the burning hate inside for yourself for even letting them go What seems like unending torment of the thought that the one person you want to hold and they’re not there Reaching out for the few inches and feeling their presence. That it’s all a memory Surviving on memories, the happiest moments Reliving the heart wrenching flashbacks Those worthless arguments that you wish you could erase The ideology of changing the past knowing there’s no fixing what already happened Regret, It’ll beat you ****** and leave you alone empty Right person at the wrong time, I’m drowning, desperately searching for one last sliver of hope Love is painful