I squandered my resistance,
for what? I don’t remember.
Fleeting pleasures, I reckon.
At the hands of strangers,
seeking acceptance from the ragged people
Cause the fine ones,
come with fine prints I can’t read.
The harder i squint the blurrier it gets.
I can feel it, something is off.
I just wanna find peace.
It’s been too foreign to me,
buried below my feet.
I will dig them out, and sift the oddity
we will be whole, eventually.
Looking for something, not sure what it is.
Lately, I have been feeling like I need to get lost in something. You know the kinda feeling where you are just lost in the motion and don’t feel anything around you but the presence of just being.
Like eyes closed, dancing to your favorite song in the dark. Not caring if the motions are weird, you are just lost in the music!
Like that, everyday!
Does that make sense?🤔
Let see if getting lost in a book will do the trick 💭
Where will your pride take you?
You’re riding on the waves of your ego.
Even the waves has an end
Short lived, sporadic sprouts of force
But to what end?!
Flat and deprived of life.
For a moment.
The ground on which you stand,
connects us all, you and me.
A tiny piece I caved, a strong hold
made by me, for us.
Perfectly curated and maintained,
held onto tightly,
even against the tides,
but the grips are burning.
Can’t hold on much longer,
Can you hold the reins for a while?
Can’t you see, we are nothing
Life is fleeting,
Right before your dead eyes.
Won’t you wake up?!
Spring has sprung, the flowers are pretty again.
Even harsh waves still makes an exquisite picture.
Speak to me
You are barely living
Tell me you want more
This too shall pass, I promise.
Hold on to what you believed, just like you told me.
Remember when we lived life
The feeling of youthful bliss, cascading.
This sadness is a chore, my friend
there are holes in all of us,
but we must carry on.
If you get too close
and am not how you hoped,
forgive my deceit.
I was raised with little love
scared to life, scared to be
So, I show what you might like.
A facade, is all.
Am running back up the hills now, do not try to follow me.
Go that way,
I will take the long way down
I will find my way around.
I saw a glimpse and I don’t like what I see,
The dissonance is draining, so
Am going back in, into myself
Basking in my solitude, sublime!
It takes a while to come back out,
So don’t hold your breath.
“This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.”
In a dark room with surround sound music, playing alternative/indie music. Sitting in your favorite spot, relaxed, eyes closed and a little tipsy.
“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” Oscar Wilde
Was it because I stood up to the man in the mirror,
I thought it get better from there.
Was it because I stop listening to the voices,
it was unfriendly.
Was it because I started smiling,
sadness is a chore.
Tell me why, I deserve to know
or do you just miss sipping from the cup of broken me?
Why take it away?
Now Piper does of babel,
and you fucking ibis’s take note!
I don’t want to be described as strong or virtuous or any adjective that more or less describes the subtle art of perfecting suffering.