we're all just hanging on
Ahalya could go any day
Rowan's already tried
so have i
but every thread
is different
and sometimes our threads get
tangled
if Alice goes,
what happens to Kayleena?
if Lex goes,
what happens to Grey?
if they go
can my thread break too?

When no songs can find you soothe you bind you
When no strings are played, when all chords are laid
In front of you aside
Ripped out
next to the heart
The heart that once was warm
That pumped so fluidly with every tune
The heart that so easily reached for tears that so easily cried
Where art thou
Heart vanishing now
It's there in a glance it's at the end of the road too
That music which was its local tune all too
Empty vacuum
Seeking threads
Old threads
New threads
The thread
Red thread
Gold thread
Ooo the existential squeeze without the heart & music art
I fray all too easily
All too easily I fray
…
I am crushed by the dichotomy
The inevitability of impulse when the heart does one show
The Sagacity of moment that lines the myelin shock
The Flushing Inebriation with an exhale catching up
The Sobriety & Disparity & Liquidity of What Is Good
I Need not reconcile & Yet I cannot abstain from impulse
It is a cycle that never knows resolution
A whip with no absolve

These loose strings that i find no use of
Should i cut them free
Or sew them tighter.
For what’s next i seek no attention to
For what’s hidden, was never meant to see through.
Billions and still counting…
For the absence it was never bothered of,
Unknown reasons the night had howled did.
Forced nightmares out of the dreamy eyes,
The eyes that never could seem any light from,
Or had it even wished to seek any..
After the eclipse it was forced to see through and the new moons it had to weep through.

When threads of someone's life have been tightly woven together with yours for so long
You will find that it is impossible to unravel them without at least one's world falling apart

Something inside is
It's almost going to
There aren't words for the pull
about to Snap

Unknown explosion
Without explanation
Not sure how to loosen the threads
it's Breaking

What to do
Who's taking the bullet
My fault my bomb it doesn't turn off

sorry
It's going to hurt me
more then it already hurts you

the threads connecting us
to our loved ones
need to stay strong
like spider's silk
to survive this battle.

i left that place,
called home and haven
and a piece of me broke off.
lost, in the disarray of moving

leaving untethered threads
in the empty space
of that safety

i feel the ghost of its presence
moving through the halls.
fading laughter, greetings,
remnants of the warmth that used to envelope me when i crossed the threshold

blindly, grasping at air
i search for the piece
i once had, in silent wishes
and hopeless longing