The sun doesn't rise here

bipolar • 20 // mornings are terrible, shut the windows. //

[thesundoesntrisehere]

the night is young, not my vices.

how i long for you

and seek you in my vices.

no beauty could replace you

neither replicate your essence.

I was born with the promise

Of your arrival

And every day since

I've been yearning

to hear your footsteps

approach my being.

how foolish for a young

boy to yearn death

but it's not death i seek

but the courage it demands.

Is there anything the world

Has to offer that can match

What it takes to accept such an

offer? A choice to be set

free from regrets, guilt, and

all the suffering that follows

like a shadow .

[thesundoesntrisehere]

Life is an orchestra, symphony, chaos, beauty but most of all it's suicide. Each day, each hour. A bottle of suicide : it's essentials are regrets, relapse, hopelessness, not finding the right words, not using any words, not putting any effort, distractions, goals. So how does one survive the suicide that life is? I wonder often.

As absurd as it might sound, I go with the flow, the current takes you, doesn't matter how hard I peddle, rebel, and one day like all things that go with the flow ill get sucked in the drain and another chapter begins. And the think about getting sucked is that life only gives you two choices dance to the grave or be dragged. And I'm not sure which one I'm doing.

[thesundoesntrisehere]

[thesundoesntrisehere]

I look at the dead

and even in there

stillness, they are more

alive than I;

My thoughts and actions

slither in the dirt

like a disintegrated snake,

nevertheless I SMILE

amid the scrambling chaos.

[thesundoesntrisehere]

It takes a special kind of death

to give yourself the birth of

madness,

and all it takes is the loss of one

little love - locked away

so far - that it disappears

from your sight

soon insanity flowers amidst

the hopeless darkness

and you are left in a tiny

universe where all can you

create is destruction

time space the past the future

is all gone

and all you

have is the present

that keeps

slipping

away

and you recreate

the madness

in everyone

that touches

you and

passes by your

sight

[thesundoesntrisehere]

I walk in sync with the scattered crowds

I walk with the crowds going somewhere and coming back,

I walk in sync with them

not leading

not following

not yearning for a place

I stay aback

on these roads

paved in-between

somewhere and nowhere

not yearning to reach anywhere

[thesundoesntrisehere]

[thesundoesntrisehere]

My mistakes have transformed into habits and grew it's branches around my waist to the stars molding my heart into madness and I found sanity in the madness.

[thesundoesntrisehere]

fuck all

but live.

in every sense of the word.

don't give in.

because to live

each moment

despite knowing

it makes no difference

that it can't move

mountains

or doesn't have

the gravitational energy

to pull the sun,

is the greatest

kindness we can

do to ourselves,

to others and

the world deserves

that kind of

humanity.

so fuck all

and live.

[thesundoesntrisehere]

the sky sparks timeless

everyday wonders

like watching friction

between diamonds

through a Kaleidoscope

but I'm not a fool

I stay in my room

behind closed doors

lights out

windows shut

curtains drawn

and fall

endlessly

into nothing

like a rocket

without fuel

simply letting

gravity

float me

a bit closer

to Oblivion.

[thesundoesntrisehere]

our fates are tangled by a common

destiny - death

death dissolves our pride and ego

death shatters our love and hate

the roots of which curve and dull our nerves

each drip from the thoughts of which

bruises the heart and transforms into a persistent stain shaped like polka dots on our skull

but if the common man frees themselves from the shackles that suppresses their madness

death induces a mixture of effervescent actions that springs like glossy silver with every subject that comes into contact with it

[thesundoesntrisehere]

and then comes a day

when you know despite

all the uncertainies

with utmost certainty

that you can't change

this aspect of yourself

and the days and nights

that follows sinks this

truth - your shadows are

in sync with yourself

[thesundoesntrisehere]

as long as

it sounds good

we are willing

to believe and

religiously worship

any falsehoods

be it

ethical, moral,

political, or philosophical

[thesundoesntrisehere]

the hours are quiet

i'm struggling to breathe

and I did it again

my heart is worn out

and i did it again.

same old broken promises,

same old broken dreams,

same old broken relationships,

and I did it again.

[h-brook-writes]

I’m so damn grateful to my younger self for looking at all the work it takes to be a writer and saying, “fuck it, I’m doing this anyway!”

You go, past me. Smash those tiny fists on the keyboard and figure out what the fuck a semicolon does, you ambitious little bastard.

[thesundoesntrisehere]

Hehe I love this

[thesundoesntrisehere]

the night sang

in silence

not about love

not about anything in particular

and you heard what you wanted

and I heard it

for like the night

I sang in silence

[thesundoesntrisehere]

They are fleeting.

They are fragile.

They require

little water.

They’ll surprise you.

They’ll remind you

that they aren’t

and they are you.

"Flowers" Wendy Videlock