#forgettingshadows

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Mood: I have so much work left to do before midnight and I’ve been sitting on my phone doing absolutely nothing productive whatsoever. I’m dying

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97% of my likes are full of shit I just don’t understand so I can later go back and understand them

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So our kitchen sink was full of pots and pans, like really REALLY full, and my mom did themm. Her version of washing the dishes is LITERALLY washing them. She just put soap on them n the next day she told me to rinse. I ended up rewashing them this morning.

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Home.

That day will come.

One day it will click.

And you will wish

to return to a home

that will never

come and wish

to return to you.

The time you spent

as a child, in that

large majestic house

will never return.

The way you used to

run down the stairs

when you heard

your father return

from work.

The way your mother

never wanted any help

from your father to cook

but would let you help

anytime.

But that time

will never return.

Time was never taught

to fail.

To turn around

and look back.

It was always taught

to keep moving forward.

And time pities us.

We go through everyday

praying, wishing, asking,

for one more chance.

To be able to turn

back the clock.

But he doesn't know how.

And all we want is one day.

A day to be filled

with all the emotions

and images and vividness

and the happiness of

a time when we were young.

And we were innocent.

And time came knocking

at our day everyday

and would come to play.

And time slowly grew

older with us.

And yet

we get so angry with him.

All because we just want

to go home.

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Almost Human.

Human-like,

she ran.

She could smell him.

That scent.

It was almost addicting,

intoxicating.

And all she wanted to do

was drink it in.

He was near.

And he was hurt.

He couldn't get up.

Even if he wanted to.

He had given up.

Nothing was there 

for him to hold onto.

But she wished 

that she could have been

the reason

for him to stay.

She lay herself

next to him.

He looked up at her

and the fear from his mind

and his heart

thrust itself onto his face.

And she cried.

It began to rain.

More of them appeared.

He saw 

and begged them 

to quickly devour him.

The pain was already

too much for him 

to control anymore.

And he screamed.

And he died.

Painfully. Slowly.

Sickeningly.

They tried.

But she wouldn't 

let them have him.

She fought a battle

that was never hers.

But she was victorious,

and they fled.

She knew what she had to do.

There was nothing else

she could do.

And so she began.

She pulled and ripped

and cried.

It came off so easily.

And it was warm still.

Blood was everywhere.

The taste. The smell.

So satisfying.

So terrifying.

So sickeningly depressing.

She filled herself.

And he was gone.

Only bones remained.

And she buried them.

One by one.

And she left.

But the guilt never would.

.

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World.

We want to see the world the way it sees us.

There's so much to show.

So many things to impart us with.

So much to remind us of.

And so we wait, and we rest.

We watch and we listen.

We search and we see,

yet it goes on by.

Undetected. Unheard. Untouched.

And so we keep breathing, 

unaware of the beauty

that surrounds us and envelopes us.

Living, thriving, listening.

Patiently waiting

for at least one human being

to hear it.

Become a part of it.

And when we do,

life no linger hides her mysteries.

She no longer keeps us away, 

but instead, brings us all closer together.

And the world might seem strange and new.

And you'll smile.

Then, my friend, 

will we truly see the world

the way it sees you and me.

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Clouds.

The clouds.

They wait for no one.

Maybe that's why birds fly.

So they can pretend, 

even for a moment,

that they can be

as quick, as light, as pure.

The sky seems so sad tonight.

Not a single star dares to shine.

Oh sky, what do you want?

Do you miss the moon?

The clouds? The sun?

Or even us beings,

who only come to see you

when you're warm?

For who wants to spend their time

with someone who brings them grief?

But do not fret, for I know your pain.

Your silent tears.

I see it when your rush the clouds away.

Or when you ask the moon to rest.

When you feel like no one is there,

don't worry and remember my words.

I'll be here. Always. 

Watching and waiting.

For what?

I'll still be the last to know.

But please, sky, don't be so upset.

If you promise to always watch over me,

I'll watch over you.

Don't let me leave.

For who wants to spend their time

with someone who brings them grief.