#makingit
To all the ones who didn’t make it,
Tell me are you finally at peace?
Did the weight of the world truly leave you be?
I’m simply asking because I am one of the ones who did make it
And wonder what would have happened if I didn’t make it?
Has the addiction to be perfect stopped eating you from the inside out?
Or the need to please everyone, by now surely that drive must no longer be around?
To all the ones who didn’t make it, tell me it got easier?
What about the voices, the voices in your head that could never be drowned out, the voices that always told you “you’d never be good enough” for the love of god tell me they finally listened, tell me they finally shut up?
And are you still able to feel numb to all the hurt?
That you don’t have to fight the cravings any longer? Tell me, tell me there is no harm to just giving in?
Tell me, tell me please
To all the ones who didn’t make it, tell me how it was worth it?
Or would you rather ask me first?
Would you rather ask me how warm the sun feels on a lazy august afternoon?
Because you can’t seem to remember what that feels like any longer
Or if the roses still bloom with the promise to smell sweet and to bring the honey bees around?
You’re starting to forget what they look like
What about chocolate you ask, is it still known to melt in your mouth and bring a smile to your face?
At least that is what you think the rumours you heard say
And is laughter with loved ones truly contagious?
It’s been a while since you’ve done it yourself
You go on to ask about blue skies and cozy rainy days
Old teachers that made you fall in love with learning and the ones you’re happy you’ve forgotten about
We discuss friendships new and old and how far they’ve come sadly in your absence
And when I’ve answered all your questions you finally agree to answer mine
But I simply smile and say,
To all the ones who didn’t make it, may you please forget I ever asked?
Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 12:14 AM UTC
The flowers they dance in the breeze
and in my eyes too
Fragrance of something coming to fruition
so true
Trance begets wondering in cognition
its a dance
Memories ring like songs that I used to listen to
just a thing
The moment, living memories, purple hue
infinite meme
stealing my breath from envies rue
left in steam
Seeing you fall away in the cosmic ocean
snap out of it -
It's time to snap out of it.
I would say we can't keep meeting like this,
but I guess we can.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 6:52 PM UTC
it's not what i thought it would be
but it's okay.
at least, i think it will be
in the end
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC