as a sigh escapesI think it’s appropriate that I’m writing in red. I’m not angry, I’m not an angry person, but red seems to suit the emotion welling up within me right now as this feeling pours onto this page of white purity. I’m in one of those headspaces, you know the one; where everything and everyone seems so trivial and drips with pretence and pointlessness. Humanity is a huge, painful disappointment and I realize as tears descend that denial covered my complete vulnerability. Fear prevents all that feels so right and conjures shields that prevent me reaching through and connecting. Not my fear, unfortunately. Or fortunatelas a sigh escapes
BurningRed ... one of your favourite colours... Blue ... the colour of his eyes...Burning
His eyes. His casually demanding and affectionate stare. Truth. Beauty. Mirror. Smiling within each others smiles. Thinking within each others minds. Settling within each others souls.
Your questioning, adoring gaze.
His skin, his hands, his lips, his touch.
Love. Flame. Burns.
lonlinessLonliness follows me everywhere I go, I can see it's darkened shadow, hear it's deadened thuds , sense it's daunting presence.lonliness
I can't escape or find a content as it accompanies my every move and thought, laced amongst my memories and threatening my future hopes.
I sit and smile false smiles with hollow dark brown eyes. I dance and hug and kiss and breathe, though pangs of hurt persist.
I need to find kindreds, openess, genuiness without pretence. I need to rise above drivel and tedium, protect my bleeding heart from disappointment without hiding away and locking the world out with suspicion and unwanted
woodland contemplationsSitting amongst trees, leaves of different shades. If I were to walk, they'd crinkle as I stepped.woodland contemplations
Contemplating. Thinking. Passing time away.
And my thoughts are, as always, reigned back to you. What-if's and maybes, analygies of past movements, words spoken, past meetings of eyes. And all I can conclude from the scented, lingering memories, and vibrant future possibilities is a vastness of I-don't-knows laced with adoration and love.
don't make pieces of me.don't make pieces of me
I'm taking this surprizingly well.
my heart was open while you skimmed the letter with crystal eyes. I saw you gaze beyond to the rattling heart beats and exposed chambers which sometimes utter phrases that sounds like 'Don't make pieces out of me'.
I'm subconciously slotting you into yesterday and leaving you there with the past. Today, I'm flat. Like gloss paint doors and the bottoms of yogurt containers. Tomorrow, I'll awake and throw on a mask. The laughs will escape and the painted smiles will still come while I
The FallThe FallThe Fall
Crashing against the stones of your heart, I feel my already broken wings crumple, feathers and bones pressing into my back, making imprinted reminders of you in my skin. I can't move, so I lay here on the cold feelings you claim as your own, while I know inside that you lie. Your reasons elude me, now and forever. Keep your secrets, I don't think I want to know them. Heal my wounds, find me again, carry me along the roads of your soul, bring me to your truth, put me warm among the blankets and sheets of your
unknown
temporarily lonely?
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To Freedom?
The Milky Way is the only Way
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Fall-Into-Me
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To Freedom?
The Milky Way is the only Way
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There's only one Way to freedom...
And that's the milkyway.
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scar my face
show me ive been to this place
id rather die peacefully
than drown in mediocraty
with thee o holy soul
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