Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Sunday, 30 October 2011
068: Untitled
It was in those moments, as I plunged my hand into the water that absorbed me like a sponge, warming my skin but chilling my bones, that I finally understood what you meant when you said you no longer wanted to exist. It wasn’t about wanting to end a life, not yours, nor anyone else’s. Rather, it was about a feeling of utmost tiredness, regret and a deep, long lasting sadness that had cumulated to form a sick love for darkness, as it held you closer than anyone ever had. The turmoil had destroyed any sense of self worth, any longing to continue, but it wasn’t about death. It was in those moments, as I reached out for a hand that was never really there, a hand that warmed my skin but chilled my bones, that I understood the desire to seep into a drain, or to close my eyes for eternity. It wasn’t about death, yet the morosely vivid images of your absence haunted my mind.
Saturday, 8 October 2011
055:
stringing words together in vain hope that one day you will
fly high enough to encounter what I sent to the stars, many years ago. perhaps the
strength you once found in the ocean will come to you in the sky - when every
lost moment fits together. like the puzzle we encountered, and spent our
time together trying to find the last piece. maybe you’ll discover the truth
about why we never found it, why it never came to us. I can only hope that you’re
still looking. and if you d like to find me, there,
in the skies, then I will come to you. so that we can endeavour to discover the years we ignored, and forget the moments we were searching for - we’ll know what was missing. maybe we’ll know
where we went wrong.
Tuesday, 19 July 2011
011: Time doesn't stand still, but this time I will.
The world is changing, while hearts are racing and raindrops fall while flames are blazing - so you all pass me by. Every thought of mine that’s engraved tears the pages that show the best deception that eyes will ever see. My words dance willingly, slowly falling to the floor along with every other whispered dream, along with every other raindrop from my eyes. But every word I write is prey to a distorted and overbearing soul - and now another scandal is on the loose. My body is suppressed by a malicious intention, I’m closed off from the world, hidden behind a facade for my fears. And the illicit heart - if you could call it that - which you carry, bears not a single trouble, not even the slightest puncture, while the images stay burning my mind and scarring my perceptions. My exposed existence fades into the night’s sky and your smile shines brighter than every other star because you know that you’ve won, you know there’s not another fraction to destroy. The whispers are loud now, the voices clear.
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