scatter-brain.

behavioral science grad

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Disarray thoughts

Mellow tunes dance around the room: the sounds bounce off the walls; the city-hum hovers in with wind from the window; flight of waters race to the tiles on the bathroom floor; and his steps reach and creak with her body right over the white sheets.

Lover, where have we gone? I am left with silence and I am tongue-tied to even speak and utter a word. The air stifles my breath and my body is shaking with the lack of blood rich with a dose of high circulating in my veins. I took you away from me; i am to blame. I’ve reached shore but the ocean is vast and i am yet to dive.

[horrifying]

[koshcsezc-blog]

im right in the corner of the world; fly and see me.

[enisteyjia-deactivated20250106]

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I’m better off loving, I do.

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Forgotten love

My heart is aching and i wonder if, somehow, you do feel it too. I have carried a piece of you within my chest year after year since our time apart. Your voice reaches in my dreams, whispering soft hums close to my skin until they become tattooed with my blood.

I am lost. It’s hard to see and walk when all i have known is your weight beside me. I am tumbling and I am tossed aside above the gravel. I am so tired without a clear vision—I feel myself going back to you. But, i shouldn’t. I know i could not. But, how is life without love, my love?

[koshcsezc-blog]

I’m screaming and your name’s pouring out of my chest. Can love decide when things could be enough? Any I do seems to be holding us off. Love does not guarantee our time together. But, that’s all i have and can offer to you. An absolute unconditional love. I am tiring you out. I am so sorry. Can we find fix when the world seems to tear us all together? All i know is my time is solely for you. Devote my every second to make our story work and make us happy in further end. I will cradle you to sleep and sing you pieces from my piano. I assure you, I will make you feel loved and cherished. I will not break my vows and find escape.

[prospects]

[koshcsezc-blog]

Touch me.

[declinate]

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Take me as a whole, gently into the night.

[koshcsezc-blog]

I am writing here again. Maybe, the fallout is not supposed to be catastrophic. Look out, they say, to the flourishing of new world. One to be celebrated of. Something to look forward to.

See, the stars are shining. It’s dying and we’re some entertained spectators to its collapse. Preserving our sanity in a maladaptive fashion. Soaking our soul with its bright enchantment. Eating all up all these false pretenses.

But. When you’re disillusioned, meloncholia is the period when the horizon becomes undefined. The cusp of apocalypse is when you have gone disenchated of life's merriments. And, here I am. I am at the eclipse and even the stars are clouded in the dense sky above me.

[4allgoodthings]

[aeae]

[understands]

[koshcsezc-blog]

go back

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i feel alive when u touch my hearing <3

[fuzzzyfeeling]

M Ū Ś Į K Å • hype, chilling, emotive forces of a sullen heart i feel the seams of each note trembling on my skin. tiny vibrations oscillating on every thread of my being. they speak tunes to hum in my dreams lulling me somehow to daydream escape. the void somehow in me allows the touch of their musical dancing. why, i ask for each time i hear a song knocking the walls of this tender of a heart belonging to mine. Band is APARTEL which is started By Jay Ortega and Ely Buendia. Both artists share the roots of interest in soul and funk which the band has built from as their foundations in creating their own music. Favorite Track: Better Off.

[skumblebees]

APOCALYPSE.

The sound of earth churning its insides alludes something as enigmatic as the end of our era. Suddenly, a star lurches upon our galaxy and dissolves us without trace. A liberation from time, that is what it is which transcends our being but somehow, we detest it. The end to us always seems catastrophic and eventful just as how we like to think we can enjoy the theatrics and escape from an ordinary life.

~g.k.

[calmgod]

[untrustyou]

[koshcsezc-blog]

I stare above and there it is a moonlight shining over my head. I wonder where could you have been tonight. The night drizzles of some foggy mountain dew and the cold air sings your name. I swim in the wind with arms splayed in its current and I feel you as if you are here once again just like yesterday. Could it be you? I dearly wish it is for I am holding on still on our promises whispered as we lull our dreams to sleep.