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How do I avoid pain for every time I exhale in peace for a minute there is a wave of grief coming to wipe away the little solace I hold in me.
Maurice (1987) dir. James Ivory
Oh how I always end up in front of an abyss.
Happiness is always in past tense.
I feel like a 1000 year old in my mind.
I'm merely human and I've learnt I cannot fly high. So now I'm learning to at least crash in the place I want to rest.
Why are we not as close with each other as we are in my dreams?
Does a happy life even exist?
The worst part about feeling like shit is you slowly forget what it was like when it was all normal.
Why is it so hard to harvest sunshine out of my gloomy mind?
Who killed My Fireflies?
I know a villain when I see one,
Extorting flickers from the fireflies
and selling it to the greedy money whores living in plain sight,
Digging deep rabbit holes
to bury young people’s souls
that’s how the riches grow.
Pimp all the dreams you want
break all the hearts you desire
I bluff thee ney,
You will pay your price,
oh lovely old man
you will lose your sight
and as you flirt a little more for currency
you shall bite dust on your own accord
and you shall cease to see the light.
As I lay down, here in pool of cluttered chaos while standing the edge of self destruction, I disregard all the sweet word I ever heard from intimate lips. I peel each layer of my soul as if they were gilded with fools gold. I’m no longer a dream nor a nightmare, I’m just a mere visage of someone’s hypothesis, a cautionary tale to the rebel hearted simpletons who chase their dreams like a possessed polythene bag chasing the other side of the road on a busy highway.
Perhaps holding on and letting go are equally sinister.
Nobody listens, everybody asks.