For the first time in years, I saw you in person.
her thoughts often left.
Are all they are. Meaningless. Pointless. But they feel strong. Impact more than they should. Make you curl in on yourself. Emotionally compromised and insecure in the darkness. You cry to yourself. Will yourself to not feel. Feel nothing.. If you feel nothing, then you are better than these silly moments.
Damn. Damn. Damn. Why can I not let it be?
every year I delude myself...
No more snoozing. No more staring at the ceiling.
To the edge of the world
Until, my love, you danced..
Until, my love, you ...
What is this anymore?
Is there anyone out there that knows?
An attempt at art