there's something about silence that just reminds me of you and since i can't run away from it, i can't run from you. so may someone inform me as to what i can do? i'm over these shrieks in the void that ring true so blue. quiet nights.
remedies is not only for something we can't pass remedies is for everything that has broken or just to re-new something - she learns something from her life, everyday but she never had a chance to write those down
it's not a scam when she said her favorite things to do are reading & writing or writing & reading reading a poem or her self-diary writing a poem or a self-diary she doesn't know if is a gifts or just a hobby because everytime she finished wrote all her poems, she re-read it, and she thought all eyes those read her words can write it too (with their own version(s))
in this, not-so, new day(s) herself will embarks to write all the tales where she's involved in
as long as she living her life this era is the lowest point in her life she doesn't know if it actually is, or it's just she made it all low
she can't even say a word to herself she can't even write what's in her head she can't even tell anyone when she really needs a person to talk all are just mixed up in her little head
she doesn't know if it is something like "manifesting" or what all she knows that she can't figure it out yet is it something related to science? like human mind? is it something related to religions? like human relations with The Creator? but one from many answers for the solutions (based on her own researches) is self-improvement she is pretty sure that is something wrong inside herself something to be fixed something that needs remedy but her body & mind are not so sure what is that (or what are those) her body & mind are still figuring out
it's not finished yet it is still figuring how it needs to be stopped it is still progressing 'it' is this story, her story, my story ..
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, heart makes you feel like a fool---not by me:>
I lie so bad of how your presence excludes the sad this hand includes this blue stage we stand in interlude words on red cheeks faint the place empty I paint the neck puts a distance from me and you and the dark finds the light it never knew
the pretentious actor writing a character on the other end of the protractor my pen flows on veins in a way after tongue pauses the say now my heart wins thoughts muffled like an invisible bottle of gin but fair is not fair for a reason and cheers to my self mind treason
A "Tireless Impression" is nothing but pure nonsense, when you finally come to grips with what is mostly costly away from what makes up something that starts (as an impression), then abruptly transmits directly over towards the impression that gives good advice...that can't give good advice for itself. The Tireless part, is the only remedy to an awakening that doesn't count for the (already built up nonsense) that can't keep it's own self away from such sudden shame... That it adopts a certain willpower that counts itself lucky enough...to literally become increasingly ill-tempered at the very lifestyle it chose, for the very direct impression... Of a Tireless will.
Tireless impression is about someone not agreeing with what is truly happening with their very current standards in life. (Even thou it looks like everything is seemingly going more than possibly right for themselves, as that's not an already obvious enough potential benefit hanging too high in the air, for its own good.)
like a drug, i just can't get enough the side effects are this numbness. the pain of looking your addiction in the eyes and being reminded of how you first died. but there's no more a reason to relapse, no more season for sobriety: so I stare at my human addiction in the eyes, hoping he's also the remedy.