How do i forget the torn thoughts that infest my soul, the silent shrieks that howl dark echoes behind my eyes? The pain within, that tears at hurting seams, the warm breathing wounds that lie exposed never healing, the sudden movement of darkness that watches me? When i close my eyes, my dark world begins …
after a while, I’ll stop thinking of you. after a while, I’ll miss you after a while, I’ll stop visiting you, here in my head. after a while, I’ll miss you, still deep in my heart. after a while, I’ll forget you and you’ll forget me. after a while, I’ll remember you and miss you. …
it only takes a few moments and the biggest or most powerful feelings and thoughts we have had breaths it first breath. it is in the moment between uncertainty and undeniable certainty that it emerges. it is that thought that says something extra and we listen, so much so that we cannot contain it and …
I think my biggest fear in life is getting cancer and/or killing someone unrepentantly by mistake without cause. These things more than love i think. I have an instinctive fear of being alone forever, however its mostly short lived as my conscious reminds me that life alone and at peace is better than no life …
We are all at various stages of the same development in all things ultimately, we all start and we all finish. This is how we are all the same. We will do things differently but we are still the cogs in the machine of life. How we choose to do with the space between start …
like enslaved butterflies- their strained flight is subjected and harnessed, carrying lead blocks into dark forests – my thoughts dwindle in the fire of misdirection. as our wings slowly give way to gravity. my thoughts speak to me in slurred speech, in languages that i cannot understand, they preach to me in ways i know …
Sometimes I don’t notice the world.Maybe that’s a good thing – sometimes its nice to be far away from reality.i stand at the bank and i’m far away from there.i stand at the check out and I’m far away from there.i stand and stare at the sun and I’m far away from here.i wake up …
nothing is innocent anymore, apart from the bus’s lonely eyes as it approaches the bus stop.not that i travel much by bus. few strangers are real people – most are conditioned by the city, the world and their naivety.
Confusion wraps around me tightly like a spiraling green vine holds onto an unsuspecting wall.She holds me tightly and whispers in a language I do not understand, thoughts emerge that makes no sense to me, but harassingly try to – I hear my mind inside, pause to think, however progress seems to elude us both …