Not even five minutes in, my sweat started dripping. People started fanning themselves. Some even have portable electric fans to save the day. No one is fresh-looking. No one looks like they got out of the shower at 7 in…
My Emotional Nazi Tightening the noose around my neck Then suddenly releasing it when I’m out of breath Showering me with thoughts of love one day Only to totally ignore me the next Pushing me in the middle of a…
In the middle of all chaos, humdrum and disparity Yet slowly learning The secret art Of turning myself into who I have always wanted to be.
Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.
I still hear the silence of my heartbeat and unspoken loneliness which still cages me in dark isolation
if you’re reading this, and want different results; then start doing things differently. Let your work speak for itself and that’s how you author the story or life you’ve always wanted.
You sit there alone, cursing the pain of your merciless mistakes, that cut through you with your own crimson covered sword.
It has not begun to beat with the possibility of regrowth My heart only feels the weeds surrounding it
Let go but it's not like I lost my grip was looking at the empty space I've been holding all alone
Solitude and Social Special and Crucial Multiple or can be Dual I wish I could heal.
For him, it was like a gateway to the other dimension, the dimension of time. He’s been dreaming the same dream over and over again since he was a teenager.
He doesn’t know what he is saying. Doesn’t he see the pain? Can he not see the wound? Pressure has been applied.