#haunting thoughts

[fourfan-27]

if clock is like an algebralian, then does that mean he has skin

[depressyxxespressy]

Humanity disgusts me…

[microwave-core]

rock pikmin flying pikmin yuri

[darkopheliapages]

Look me straight in the eyes and tell me if thoughts about me don't haunt you at night

[lizz0z]

Missing

We used to cling to one another.

Our heartbeats unified.

Our fingers caressing one another.

No words needed.

In hiding from the voices in my head, you let go of my hand.

Instead you offered your arm. So I took it.

I took it because holding any part of you kept me sane. But i never had the courage to confess how much I missed your hand.

How i still miss your hand.

But I grew to love the feel of your arms. I memorized the way your arm were shaped. I memorized the patterned lines on your elbows. They reminded me of rivers. Small but so important to earth as a whole.

In hiding from the voices in my head, you took back your arm.

Instead you stood behind me offering your voice next to my ear. So i took it.

I took it because your voice was so sweet when you whispered “I’m here” that i could taste the letters on my tongue. My taste buds dance to the euphoric beat of your voice.

So that when you stopped talking my eyes flew open. I didn’t even know they were closed. I opened my eyes and you were gone.

I searched for you but I could not find you. I search for you but no one could give me any leads on how to find you. I searched and search. And I still continue to search. I want to believe that I will never stop searching. But my bones have grown tired from running. My heart has grown tired of remembering. My lungs tired of crying.

The voices in my head have been driving me insane. I have considered befriending them instead. My hands are always cold. So cold no attempt of heating them up has worked. I sleep with music blasting against my eardrums. Trying to forget your voice. Trying to find a better one. 

[throughthefogpress]

The Shape of Silence

It’s the echo of every truth you never dared to speak,  a weight that settles in the hollow of your chest like something carved from grief and sharpened by silence. It crawls along the inside of your skull, slow and deliberate, leaving claw marks in places you swore nothing could reach. It fills the rooms of your mind with a stillness so absolute it feels like a warning. Breathing…

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[leorivr]

October believes I'm scared of ghosts

October knows what I want most

If I could ever see a ghost

I'd ask it to give me the secret

The secret why trees in winter

Call me and tell me lies

That only by being slow

I'll find the solution to life

A problem with no trouble is a worry

A life with no chaos is paralyzed

Sometimes somethings are like that

The ghosts that troubled me

Nobody could see

My heroes came

And went away

They couldn't fight for me

What they couldn't see

If I wait for a minute

I know I'll see

Figures in the dark

Those that haunt me

In my dark moments they taunt me

My ghosts are very much like me

Imposters they're good at this

My memories I can escape

If I only rewind and see them

Don't bring the light

I can't see them

Take away your brightness

Let me stay in this blackness

Where there is no light

Then I will see

What ghosts haunt me

[zaiba]

I wonder how many people will visit my grave

If I have really left an impact on peoples lives

Have I truely been a person worth being remembered

If my absence will ever pinch someone’s heart

Or will I be forgotten like a distant memory

Never reaching the destined path