July 2011
31 posts
and so here we are
Feeling like it did at the start, yet something is subdued. But what is that something? The feelings are the same, yet the aspect of time and knowledge is retained, changing the feeling from the way it felt at the beginning to an erie, sort of desolate warmth. But where it comes from, and why it arises is unbeknownst to me. The question I want and truly need answered, however, is if it will stay.
and
I will try to recognize you
for who you claim you used to be,
but since the face has changed
the mask is painted
by the silence of ambiguity.
And now, I am subject to everything
soaked in our disgust,
and the memories from now till then
will forever cut me like a knife.
can't run from the worst
Certain realizations can be a dangerous accomplishment. For me, that it’s impossible to run from the things that hurt you the most. Physical wounds are torturous, but they heal. And bad days are only a day long. But when it comes to those events, and those emotional traumas, the worst part, and what will always be the most painful, is the memory. Not even tears, screams, or sleepless nights...
the mind races
and sleep is impossible.
even if the action of which is something knowingly required in your head. it’s ironic that after an event, or several, the thing most beneficial is practically an obstacle to achieve. and when you wake up, or “wake” up from whatever trance could barely be considered rest, your mind possesses the exact same disturbing thoughts and the exact same...
“Do you want to join those oversexed souls in hell?”
good morning world
Don’t you love waking up to a room that’s not drowning in light in the late morning?
Dont you love when the air conditioning is deceiving you into believing it’s going to be a wonderful day in the mid 70s (not the high 90s like it actually is).
Dont you love walking downstairs when nobody is here and simply eating ice cream until you’re full?
Don’t you love...
and so it begins
here i wish..
no romance, with which comes the burden of stress
no expectations, with which surely comes responsibility
no guidance, where freedom cultivates creativity
no emotion
no facts
no judgment