#2amwriting

[tarrantthepansexualcringe-blog]

I want to feel numb, to feel nothing. but I can’t. When I feel numb, it’s because I feel everything. I just want to feel numb without the baggage, numb without the pain, actually numb.

[lost-in-literature]

He

He is prose come to life With his need to always be right

He’s found himself a long time now Still struggles to find drive, but don’t know how

What he needs is some meaning His skepticism is holding him back from living

His colors are lonely white and gray and black He grumps and snaps and just doesn’t give a fuck

People like him cuz he never pretends to be happy He does what’s expected of him only so he could flee

When he starts to smile and stops not to care Attack him, break him, they would dare

One day his story will bend and I’ll hold him while he screamed Wait ‘til his eyes have dried, and then it’s time for me to leave.

[maywu]

endless summer

Well, it happened. I graduated... The first hour of my big day I genuinely panicked that someone would stop me and tell me that I wasn't allowed to walk. It was so strange to be part of the celebrations, it felt so much bigger than just me--in the way an older sibling's oversized sweater feels. It felt like I was a bystander looking in who just happened to get lost looking for her seat and found herself in the midst of the chaos. I wonder how my parents felt. I don't think it has hit me yet that I have graduated. There is no next semester of school, no more putting off the real world. I am on the threshold, a ledge between college and the next step and time is slowly yet steadily pushing me closer to the edge, however ready or not I am to make the leap. With no job lined up, the next step is nothingness, a void, a purgatory of my endless summer. I can't see the bottom of this void and my terrible fear of heights has me paralyzed.

[tapthisdoor-blog]

Confusion is a lonely land, A land of deformed rainbows and bitter chocolate rivers, Where I spend most of my days, Looking for something familiar.