youth, beauty, *** power, influence, currency ephemeral, fragile, purity young, old, mortality look at me what do you see am i pretty do you want me what’s my value to you to me
so beautiful passionate you cry not know why something stirs resonates welling up from your subconscious seeking connection any intimacy physical emotional so as not to feel alone vulnerable inwardly pleading rescue me
queued up waiting to die of a terrifying bliss yet to come emotionally blunted benzos in the blood feeling neither pain nor pleasure whipsawing laughing crying how to squelch the fear the anxiety reality fades evaporates before your eyes not happy sad just numb rocking to and fro ******* on a thumb waiting for sleep beauty who never comes
there is a sadness to spring as the days grow longer the weather warmer there is nowhere to hide no excuses to give missing the cold the dark nights sitting with a blanket by the fireplace hidden from the world and it’s problems