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@spilleddthoughts
And who am I without:
self isolating yet craving the comfort of someone other than myself,
the realisation that I don't know who I truly am?
being unable to process my emotions,
feeling so stuck all the time,
having the memories tattooed in every nerve of my body,
Who am I without all these regrets and sorrow?
Who
am
I.....?
— isa b. excerpt from my desire
It's Such a Beautiful Day (2012) by Don Hertzfeldt,
I don't know who I am, or where I go,
My thoughts are tangled like a thousand nets.
Don't reach out to me, you'll burn your hands,
I am a fire that consumes itself in silence.
Look at my face, can't you see the scars of the night?
I carry the weight of worlds you'll never know.
Leave me to my solitude,
leave me to my fate,
Don't let my darkness swallow your
bright soul...
i dont "go on walks," i dont "use character sheets" and i dont "plot before writing," i raw dog it, and if it doesnt flow, I FUCKING CRY.
Isn't that lovely, and isn't that cool? And isn't that cruel? And aren't I a fool to have...
<the ink on my pages was starting to blur into a headache when I finally looked up. there, through the heavy silhouette of the window frame, was a sky that looked less like weather and more like a painted canvas.
a piece of art that doesn't need a museum. It just needed me to stop ,breathe & look out of the window at the exact right second to witness it.
it's a bruised sort of gold, the kind of light that only happens when the day is tired but still wants to show off. clouds are frayed at the edges, catching the last of the sun like a secret.
maybe beauty isn't something you have to go looking for; sometimes it's just the sky , existing as it always does.
So I'm letting the sunset paint my walls for a while before I dive back in.
A quiet interruption, worth everything especially while I'm trying to survive a Wednesday>
Maybe the hope is in the pause, not the answer...!
I need a moment,( a moment to crash,to scream,to cry,to breathe,to fall apart, to exist.........)
All I need is just a "MOMENT"
< I always end up longing for a kind of connection that only exists in my>
Head..!
Under my skin, there is an ancient city,
It collapses, stone by stone, in the light.
And I, a murderer, I walk the streets,
My hand on a cold gun, my heart in a dark well. I cannot give you a home, nor a future,
get away from me, I don't want you.
get away from me,
I love you....
How bold we are to sculpt another soul while our own remains uncarved..!
