
if i look back, i am lost
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Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
Ellen Welch Granter
In This Corner of the World âăăŽä¸çăŽçé ăŤâ (2018)
i wonder if the echoes of my own thoughts are all iâll ever know.
if my fingertips will always be floating towards both everything and nothing, never to be met by the graze of another
i am exhausted of myself and my mind
iâm so tired of looking into the eyes of my loved ones and only feeling cold judgment when i know, i know that it canât be true
their smiles are the most familiar thing to me, the most beautiful thing to me and yet thereâs a voice in my head telling me that they donât give a shit about me, that a million other things in this world are more significant to them than my existence
every day. every day. iâm so exhausted.
i wish i could lay my head down at night without seeing, hearing looped replays of every action, every word that left my lips - did i say too much? did i say too little? did the four words i uttered at 12:04pm make me seem disgusting and ignorant? did i do something wrong? did i do something wrong?
i am so exhausted. exhausted, exhausted.
You swept out of the sheets like a cool spring breeze. The clothes I dreamt you slept in sat at the end of the bed. As if they belonged to a ghost. A lovely ghost made of delicate skin and brittle bones.
âThere are far too many silent sufferers. Not because they donât yearn to reach out, but because theyâve tried and found no one who cares.â
â Richelle E. Goodrich (via purplebuddhaquotes)
Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
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âand the smell of the past is everywhere, (âŚ) the smell of too many illusionsââ
â Louise GlĂźck, from Sunrise in âA Village Lifeâ