E. E SCOTT
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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E. E SCOTT
me?
I’m just a little bird who broke his wings - on the verge of flying
i can almost do it
i can almost soar up a few inches
but
i cant
my
poor
little
self
just cant~
Trust Allah's Plan - including His timing
from Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers
mourning
i mourn the engravings that i once drew in the back alley of the last row in the library of my soul~
i do not spend a day missing the infusing tea that drips the feeling of ecstasy through unborn love
of what i was meant to be doing,
With bare hands i touch the dispersed pieces of fascinations i had put together in my previous self
and
my
previous
life~
to want to be adored by you is like asking the sea to kiss the sky-
unrealistic,
heartbreaking,
and mostly
just
sad
my head cant wrap it’s big bows around the subtle idea of you and your bipolar express~
going north to nowhere near being there
and with a breath of ravishness, all the way south to
somewhat
pathetic -
- my dear
i have no idea
how you even say
you
care
when you can barely
even
show up
dostoyevsky kinda ate with “your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”
Anne de Marcken, from It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over [ID'd]
So much changes when you’ve been disconnected from your soul for too long - pieces of my self lost within the metrics of “being real” but
lets be honest~
what does
that
even
mean-
If i stand too long in front of your eyes I’ll break down and cry
but theres something that stops me from running away- every single time
maybe it’s the warmth in your breath, or the whiteness of your skin
or maybe it’s just the way you make me feel
which baby,
is just worth
the
tears
A teacup once told me there’s comfort in being forgotten, there’s an ease to not being anyone’s number one-
that way it’s easy to melt into nothingness and glide through the waters only to find yourself
being sipped away
in someone’s
teacup
As i look on the mountains of my past that oversee who I’m becoming,
maybe this year we really do have a chance-
maybe this time we choose to heal and actually do it
anyways; isnt that what resolutions are all about?
making promises we
cant
keep~
Lets talk real, hard core, talk.
I can hear your deafening thoughts whenever i look in your sad brown eyes, bloodshot red like you’re high as a kite in the sunset sky of our non-existent being.
You make me shiver, love
and I’d rather spend days being left out in the cold
than have you
look the other way~
constantly longing for an unknown like a child longing for his mom’s arms;
just the way the clouds glide through the sky, so do my lips,
huffing and puffing, waiting for the refreshment that allegedly cleanses my soul
But as much as i huff and as much as i puff, my soul never
finds
what it’s been
longing for