There is no reason, I can't know why. When we try to comprehend, our dreams just pass us by I'm just tired, I'm too old Flip through pages to find clarity:
Nothings ever meant to be.
I know I lack conviction I've got too much pride To admit the way to win this game is to never know your side
Hello old friend,
Do you see me?
I can't see me anymore can't feel me anymore
I remember summer nights and drunken fights with those who took their lives and in my dreams we've talked again like I'm talking here with you
I've heard the sound of death before, its imprinted in my soul though many a shrink has told me moving forward makes us whole. But I've seen death before heard him knocking at my door and I've lost both friends and enemies to his voice that haunts my dreams.
Maybe this imprint is a reminder An echo of a life. The pain that I hold onto to keep memories alive. I pray on my final day my mind can find its peace and let go of this sound I know before letting go of me.
I'll let go of the sound I know. Before letting go of me.
What you just said the way you said yes that silent comma pontifically the past suddenly nears again your grief now bilaterally I finished it off with "never mind," "it's not that important" the turnips were really cooked then and I said don't you see I'm trying to be there for you my shoulder is yours for expressing all your pain and i will always love you no matter what you just said .
Sometimes what is not said drowns out, the discussion that only serves as a support of an unworded conversation.
I'm reading Vonnegut I'm tired Had to look up three words In three pages The app wanted more money To view the words In a sentence I don't have the money
So the sentances remain Unknown I long to be more like Kurt I dream intense Repetitive dreams My pen in my hand Thoughts profound I reside inside his followers I want to go to a party
And quote meaningful texts I want to join that society 'Catachresis' Now there's a word for me The writer inside me Is trapped Uncultured
Behind failed education Inside a broken mind Desperate to find those words To explain my thoughts Which are deep and saturated of Feeling..... No one will hear me My emotions frozen
Those three words In three pages Already evaporated I have another four words now Four more to research Four more to skim my brain To mock my intelligence The app wants more money
I'm reading vonnegut And I'm tired
I try to learn a new word a day. But there are so many. And so many books I feel shut out of. It's too overwhelming. And I forget. My processing speed is 30... Which is extremely low. I know what I want to say but can't find the words...