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I'm done ripping pages from my diary to make paper boats that just get soaked and don't float.
Monday thoughts about you
so many shadows cast across this book, was hard to read between the lines.
You slumbered for so long I tied a red string to your finger so when you awoke you could follow it to me, I hope you see everywhere I went as I knew you would have wanted me to continue on.
content is a fleeting feeling not a state of being. if you are content for to long you have to ask yourself “why.” whats left for you to do, where do you go from here? being content is joyous, meant to last for moments in time that come together at your end to reminisce in memories. content is not all the time, it is something to grasp tightly while its there. leaves you chasing after it for more. wanting. its a goal, a promise, its the future. it truely is here one moment and gone the next. it is funny how when you are content and you breath out, exhaling, you think how good this moment is. it is in that same moment that the universe smiles and covers you with rain. not to ruin your happy state of mind but to get you moving again. to content. makes you run after it like an addict trying to score their next fix.
Do not put me in a box, put me in a frame.
your icy heart chilled you to the bone long before death's touch.
what are wings if only something to pluck.
your eyes show defiance, they can not be silenced. in your eyes you voiced continuation of not letting any of this go. they burn even now, so much time later for you still remember and need no words to remind me. you who has held on to this like a promise entwined by pinkies always to be kept and not at all silly.
grudge.
would you wear your own mask then to your own slaughter?
how long can this go one, how long can you keep this up?
love is taking the good with the bad because to the person who loves you those things aren’t bad at all, they are endearing. those things make up you. dont try to accommodate to others if they wont do the same. dont give them the privilege of changing you to cater to them. we all have insecurities we need to work on, but those things make up who we are. they change how we do things, how we see things, insecurities are not weaknesses.
i'd tell you what my main emotion is after one kills the others and comes out on top.
the sea was calm until our ship hit the water.
a circle isn't all that big, especially when they overlap like ours did.
if i had wings once they are gone, here i stand and wobble like a fawn.
how does one become interesting when they are not interested in what others are?
The midnight hour came to me at noon.
when my demons are silent i am too.