In process of knowing who I am! In process of recalling my memories! I found an empty space! A space I can’t remember! A space I struggle to belong to! A space I questioned my belongings in this world! A space I realized I’m forgotten!
a decimal of time wedged between a tile of a room - unknown it could have been a kitchen or the delirious floor of a bustling shop down to the tedium of banter and the slow trickle of something like a cultural shift inside a downtrodden window she stared too long until she was unrecognizable by her and those around her disappearing from picture frames and unable to remember what it was like to say something of importance her tongue now a foreign agent unsure if it still served a purpose other than being in someone else's mouth her shirt pocket always containing something of a thrill like pearls or cigarettes but now there was nothing in those pockets tea bags were now placed in jars and her nails never veneer various colors but the same **** that had enthralled her years earlier now blending in with the canvas outfits she wore to be reminded of a hobby that could have meant something if only she believed in anything
a note on apathy and the droll feeling of nihilism that comes with age
I live in fear That I cannot say another word; The pain descends On me like a thousand bursts; Slicing my torso in two. The burning flame accumulates in my chest I just want to let it out- The ebb and flow of unspeakable tones Articulated from my ***** into letters Of scarlet-red BLOOD : Bearing my shame, My anguish, My torment But most of all, my happiness And faith.
i thought my mind was at ease i thought it was all better but my heart still aches and peace is disturbed.. heart in my throat my chest hurts the sadness is heavy pressing against my body the pain wants to rip out of my skin relapsing the pain still stings but a little less
Requisitioned power, Ignored incitement, that is uncomfortable. Clean it up, please. Honesty is requested, But make it metaphoric, coded. Think as a 'we', in a loop of narcissism. A truth to be worked at, unresolved introspection. Show the struggle, without victimisation. Within the complexity remain visibly invisible.