I’m back to square one.
Started to feel same shit again.
Mind hurts. It plays. Fuck. Shit.
What is this, a poem for ants!
Oh terrible and wretched affliction
thine own self bestowed unknown trickery
Waking moments turned jaded reverie
Respite after paroxysm episodes
Plead for thine eyes; life’s mirage. Soft spoken,
drink blissful nepenthe—
and descend forth to tenebrous token
Whatever it might cost, a look into the future,
Forsaken but not lost,
Nor given in to torture,
Like noises in the wall, no one will notice,
You know you will fall
And drown in misfortune.
Crowned by the doom, you almost see it coming,
To stand or to give up,
You can figure nothing.
Then you retrace your steps, and when the world rejoices
You stumble back and forth,
Youâ€™re torn between the choicesâ€¦
And the disaster gleams, beckoning the reverie
Youâ€™re dwelling into dreams
You know astral travelling,
Far away from scorns and senseless agitations
Youâ€™re breaking into thorns
My dearest Love.
I am a travler of both time and space, as well as aÂ seeker of truth…
How can I make you happy when I can’t do it for myself and we are so selfish we will do it for ourselves but not each other, so if we are unable to do it for each other how can we hope to come out of our reverie and care more abot the other than ourself? I love you this way. I would not choose breath over death if living is to be done alone. How can you be so foolish? How can I… Â I am so […]
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