#phone notes edition

[tattered-butterfly-blog1]

Motivation

Do you have a why-

a because for the existence of you?

a purpose-

to wake up,

to be alive,

to do anything?

If you do, can we share?

To cling on to a shred of something,

because in this world full of chaos,

I have only found horrible whats

that happen to undeserving whos,

whens that shouldn't be,

and unspeakable hows.

Shed some light sister!

Shed some hope brother!

Please show me the why I cannot see.

Pray, there is a blindfold over my eyes twisting the truth.

The devil is a liar I have let in my home,

residing in the guest bedroom

of the innermost part of my being,

leaching on everything and anything available.

Please tell me there are more whos

and whats and whens and hows and whys.

Please tell me there's more.

-@tattered-butterfly

[tattered-butterfly-blog1]

On being forgotten

That's how it always starts-

a tick in my ear,

a twitch in my soul,

a flutter in my heart,

the beat in my step,

my heart in my throat.

The sudden stillness of the night-

the crisp air,

the sharp freshness,

my icy breath.

I can feel you drifting-

slowly but surely,

inch by inch,

on a boat

made of my dreams,

made of my hope,

made of my love.

There's nothing I can do

at the edge of the dock,

as I see the rope

just out of my reach.

There is nothing I can do

but plunge into darkness.

Adrenaline pumping,

a fire brewing,

I melt the frost

with my touch.

I can't even swim.

I say as I jump.

-@tattered-butterfly