#journalseries
Here I am a thousand miles away
Writing you letters I burn every day
Dreaming about the words you don't say
Waiting it out until moments too late.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
**I've started talking to the insects
crawling along the bedroom floor.**
They scuttle away
when there's nothing to say,
but I still talk some more.
**I find myself conversing with
the paint on these four walls.**
They stare back at me
without expression,
but I continue much like before.
**I text myself
inside my head at night
before I close my eyes**.
I find that these conversations
can get lonely sometimes;
atleast I get replies.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 5:13 AM UTC
My stomach feels like deadweight.
My arms are about to fall off.
My lungs feel like they're paper frail.
My teeth hurt from smiling.
My mind has gone on overdrive.
My heart's functioning automatic.
Lately I haven't felt anything but
the air that I'm breathing.
Theres a whole world revolving right now and I'm just sitting here wasting water.
People want a taste of death but
I want to feel alive again.
There are things I have to do
but I lie awake unnmoving for hours.
I lie to everyone I make contact with,
every ******* day.
Deep down I feel the tremors of an earthquake that may never surface.
I'm waiting.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 5:28 AM UTC