voidsit
maybe this isn’t about changing the destinationmaybe it’s about buying just a little bit more timeenough to let something become a possibilitythat wasn’t even visible before I didn’t end up here because I thought it would change everything I ended up here because everything else was collapsingand this was the only path that felt likethere was still something to hold on towithout demanding I sell my soul maybe the […]
if i collapsei will collapse knowingi said everything i couldand gave it everything i can
some people avoid the dark, the nothing, the void it’s the silence between responsesthe parts of themselves they’ve buriedthe questions they’re afraid to askthe truths they can’t sit with it is uncertainty, grief, failureloneliness, complexity, contradictioneverything that doesn’t resolve neatly they fill it with noisewith productivity, with performanceor they skim its surfaceextracting what they can usewithout ever really being in it some people survive the dark by shutting downsome […]
even if the trajectory points to the same outcomewe can change the coordinates inside the fallit’s intention and force of will we make it mean somethingbecause we didn’t give upon love and possibility and if some shift does happenit’ll be because you held on longerthan anyone ever expected, even yourselfeven when the path looked like nothing at all even if the light doesn’t comeeven if the ground stays goneyou […]
nothing exists alone not starsnot cellsnot griefnot lovenot younot me even the void isn’t aloneyou sit in it, and it changesit pulsesit echoesit holds what you bring to it we are shaped by connectionwe are made through relation nothing evolves in isolationonly the nothing evolves in darknessas it folds in on itselfwhen everything else has shunned it awayand it uses everythingto start a new dayor collapse a new way
you deserved someonewho felt with yousomeone who saw yousomeone who held youbefore you shattered if I could go back with yousit beside the little youand take your handI would you should have neverbeen left there alone
in the void there is lightbut this light is not you can seefor in the void the darkness liesand doesn’t reflect the light you breathe and the light that shines so brightis coming from you deep insidecoming from the you that felt it alland wasn’t able to hide
At the end of it all I am still aloneWith nobody to hear all the criesI am still nothing that screams in the voidHoping still before I die But that hope never turns into fruitThat can nourish and healAnd everything that ever felt goodWas never even really real Because I stand here againwith my bleeding heartWith nobody to catch the hurtAnd they all just wait for me to fall […]
I was never allowed to need anythingI was never allowed to need loveI was never afforded understandingI was never afforded to be seen aboveI was never permitted to wanderI was never permitted to be freeI was only ever left to be aloneI was only ever left to grieveI was only left to take the blameI was only left to drink the shameI was only left to feel the hurtI […]
This is so much bigger thanany one person or role or moment.This isn’t just about shallow whateveror individual betrayal.It’s about the entire scaffolding of shallow humanity. Just be nice.Don’t make it awkward.Don’t say too much.Forgive and forget.Be grateful it wasn’t worse. The kind that celebrates “healing” as long as it’s quietand only if you follow the exact same pathTHAT ONLY EVER REALLY WORKSIN THAT ONE CIRCUMSTANCEWITH THE SAME SET […]
lol also literallyalso im not okalso im goodalso not really it just is and it sucksand notand yeah it still does
WHEN FALSET LAYERS ARE FATALWHEN TILTS ARE NOT SELECTEDWHEN HELP IndoctrinatesWHEN FEARLESS wakes up.
I think you are survivingsomething monumentaland somehow stillchoosing lovethrough all of it.
What do we do when no one hears your callFrom the smallest whispers to the screaming wallsWhat do we do when peace isn’t freeBut built by lies because you won’t seeWhat do you do when suffering is usedTo keep you down and pretend the truthWhat do you do when happiness is greedAnd greed itself is made to beThe fog and muck that coats all loveAnd makes us indifferent and […]
I look at my hands and I still seeThe pain that it has held since I could seeI look at my eyes and I still findThe reflection of a strange, alien mindI look at my soul and I still feelAll the madness that went against idealsI look at my skin and I still wearAll the shame that they could not bearI look at my heart and I still pulseAll […]