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against the flow
by Denny Bitte
Book of the week: The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson
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Nothing starts
Theres something so thick in the way you drive yourself
In madness you break shells to shadows
They slip in and take over time in you
Flakes are frosted to be numbed with open scars
Scars that are still open when the sun shines on them
You are forced to feel this fuzzy dark and light
Following you the stars fade in and out of this intensity
Where their no longer there or they shine so bright they blind you
When will the chaos end for this out of state mind
And to wonder if ever you’ll walk without this earth shaking in your eyes
Even with eyelids closed to fold over into black
When the needle pricks you, you pour out more blood than possible
Then the nothing starts as you drain empty
The world needs dark and light, only I have one at a time
Dreamy
portland, oregon october 2016
We are lost amongst the sounds of destruction playing on the wind, rushing through our hair and bruising our skin.
We are addicted to chaos and disarray, leaving our thoughts as wild animals that gnaw and tear at our flesh and bones.
We have tried to escape, tried to be better, but the voices linger and the sorrow travels, and suddenly we are back where we started, wishing that it was only a dream.
We are not dreamers.
We are ocean waves crushing cities in our wake.
Thoughts are circular, they don’t take you anywhere. They don’t have feet―they can’t gain any ground. They can trap you if you don’t eventually stand up and make a move.
Katie Kacvinsky, Awaken (via weltenwellen)
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