i’m not here anymore
my eyes see everything and nothing at all
i am somewhere else entirely
watching my life from behind a glass wall
a split happened and i don’t know when
or where i’ve been
how do i get back?
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@daphnebluesky
i’m not here anymore
my eyes see everything and nothing at all
i am somewhere else entirely
watching my life from behind a glass wall
a split happened and i don’t know when
or where i’ve been
how do i get back?
perfection will not come
you are more than an idea
you are more than a fantasy
you are a living, breathing person
flawed and scared
how lucky am i to get to know the real you
how lucky am i to tear out your walls brick by brick
how grateful i am for this lesson
i will not let my dreams haunt my waking hours
you are not a concept or a blueprint
i will not throw you out with the drafts
i’m gonna be okay
…. right?
nothing is sacred anymore
rusted bridges
train tracks and graffiti are calling me home
i miss the adventure.
i used to be sick when it had meaning
i used to be sick in precarious places
find art in my thoughts and give them to the creek in the underpass
now it’s just inconvenient
now i’m just sick of doing nothing
i’m trying to slow down
can’t you see i’m trying?
a stranger by the river offers me a drink and i feel alive again
how lucky are we to have so much to lose?
✨
i know i will look back on this with nostalgia but the now just keeps slipping through my fingers. the future does not exist the future does not exist
“beautiful is being seen”
i would cut myself
and let you taste how i bleed
if that would make you love me
the way that i need
it will be
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