Whispers In Minor

anonymous musings, raw pages, and celestial confessionals.

[soulnotesinshadows]

the quiet exit

[soulnotesinshadows]

i can’t sleep. my mind is racing all over the place. you ever find yourself in spaces and places with people you question even really love you? i constantly find myself revisiting the shadows of fragmented memories, anxiously trying to put puzzles together to see the full picture — but i’m always missing the most vital pieces. i hear their words but they fall on numb ears. the i love yous sound like echoes of ghosts from my history’s past. he loves me, he loves me not. picking petals from withered flowers hoping they reveal cosmic answers to questions i don’t even know to ask. and if i did, i probably wouldn’t want the answers anyway. afraid they might reveal what i already fear to be true. but what if it isn’t a question of whether or not he really loves me? what if the real question is do i love him? and the answer… may be what i’m really running from. because i may love the ifs and maybes, the hopefullys and one days — but yesterday and today? not so much.

[soulnotesinshadows]

i'm not here to impress you

i’m not here to be perfect or pretty

i’m not dressing up or picking up a brush dictionaries and political correctness abandoned

no please or thank yous or excuse mes cause i’m not here to impress you

barefoot and bare faced messy hair and sweatpants

misspelled and grammatically incorrect soul exposed messy, raw, honest

i’m not here to impress you or me

i just came to be.