Limbo I feel like I am on a never ending train. No next stop. All this precious time I’ve wasted. God, look how much time I’ve wasted. I have wrote of you twice before Once after the first “I Love you” Again after I knew you. And now after I’ve known you.. The raging fire once felt now reduced to a flicker. I can now see you without a glimmer So many misunderstandings we never planned No one would ever understand. Who are you? Someone I should know but it feels as though you are a stranger Gemini Destined to be two halves Your noise echos in my ears Flashing memories of laughter brought While your betrayal vibrates in my body Leaving my stomach in knots Am I to forgive you for wanting to be whole. Sacrifice myself for you to be whole. No. I’ve rebuilt my wall. Brick by ******* brick Every piece to so sadly fall My tears it’s unyielding glue Leaving no clue Of the destruction it’s previously been through Now I know the true lesson in love To love until it is forevermore For in hope of another life where may meet again As lovers with a chance once more.
~ in limbo, paralyzed by inaction and unsure of how to move forward moodier and more menacing than ever before a delicate state of mind is explored all about seeing the beauty in the darkness of futility digging wells and all to happy to throw us all down there as images painted on an ancient vase, exploring what it means to be frozen in a moment of time for all eternity ~
I walk through life, writing countless stories. Surely of thousands stories, a dozen would be deaths. Plucking death from life; is plucking seed from a fruit.
What is there to gain? We say life have no reason, purpose, nor excuses. So what say we live?
Plucking the seeds; I witness countless threads. From the bitterness of fate; to the sadness of departure; down to the solitary of loneliness.
I fear fighting those who have nothing, those with nothing find comfort in death. But... is death truly nothing? Life is full, but emptied to the eyes of death; Therefore, I tend to see life as nothing and death as nothing; ultimately, seeing through life and death.