#grungeaesthetic
as i breathe in the wicked cold air
it caresses my forsaken lungs
and makes me realize how truly mortal we are
its enough to make me sick
the air we breathe
the things we see
and its so hard
to just sit here
and not have the ability
to do anything
and its such a paradox
because its so beautiful
the air rushes through my body
sending a shiver down my spine
and i freeze
just like the bitter snow
on the ground
but i see
as the seasons change
and the wicked cold goes away
splendor and joy replace the bitterness
and pain
and it is in my mind
that the same will happen for the world
when this time of tragedy and darkness
come to pass
we will have pleasure and joy
that will come to last
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
and i swear
in that moment
we were the only two people
in existence
and i’ve been
meaning to say it
for awhile now
cause i see
that you’re getting so…
distant
our conversations
hold no value
and the distance between
is like a chasm
we used to have something
and like a flower,
it bloomed and withered away…
to nothing
and there’s this ache,
this pain…
and i try to ignore it
but i can’t
cause the memories
just won’t fade away
and the longer we go
without talking anymore,
the chasm will grow
and then we will be
so distant
so far away
but we’re already distant,
already so far away
and i don’t know
if it will ever be the same
again
cause when something
cuts you deep,
the pain goes away,
but the scar remains.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC