Summertime,
they say the living's easy
but what they forgot to mention:
the nights you wish you never had to exhale,
and the face you can't drink away from your thoughts.
the hours fluidly pass through you and switch places,
speed up
slow down
but as long as they keep moving so do we.
Always chasing the elusive something.
Slender fingers around your wrist,
flashes of
a small frame,
a wedding band.
And you see your future fading away,
feel it leaving you behind
while all the things you'll never have
but have longed for,
felt the aching of want or lack of
every day, every hour, every minute,
with every thought,
violently pass you by.
Loud sobs, frantic shouts
but you can't tell if they're your own.
Your voice,
just an echo in your mind.
Your head becomes your feet and
your feet aren't there anymore.
And it feels like drowning,
and it feels like you're endlessly trapped,
and there's no lifeguard in sight.
Black and dense
fluidly, sluggishly
No voices reach my ears,
they travel somewhere deeper,
bounce off the walls and shatter into
a million little pieces.
The vacuum,
my existance.
Everyone vanishes,
eventually.
Always leaving behind souveniers,
a million little pieces,
kept somewhere hidden
under pale skin stretched thin over collarbones,
and fragile eyelids.
Kept warm in forgetful snow.
And so it goes...
Summertime,
they say the living's easy
but what they forgot to mention:
the nights you wish you never had to exhale,
and the face you can't drink away from your thoughts.
the hours fluidly pass through you and switch places,
speed up
slow down
but as long as they keep moving so do we.
Always chasing the elusive something.
Slender fingers around your wrist,
flashes of
a small frame,
a wedding band.
And you see your future fading away,
feel it leaving you behind
while all the things you'll never have
but have longed for,
felt the aching of want or lack of
every day, every hour, every minute,
with every thought,
violently pass you by.
Loud sobs, frantic shouts
but you can't tell if they're your own.
Your voice,
just an echo in your mind.
Your head becomes your feet and
your feet aren't there anymore.
And it feels like drowning,
and it feels like you're endlessly trapped,
and there's no lifeguard in sight.
Black and dense
fluidly, sluggishly
I don't know how many of you are still following me but I'm back! ( :
Trying to get back into this writing business.
I hope that you have all been well and I cannot wait to see what all of you will think about my new work.
with love,
dismal stars
Just got back in town and only five more little days 'till I'm off again, lost in this scenery, away from everything. I may very well never come back. ( :
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