Delirium – I Was Following.

Insanity?But I never relied upon conscience! Look here,wasn’t I, wasn’t Ifollowing my dream wholeheartedly?Say I was loyalmy dream didn’t change it’s spotsand blind loyalty, I revered it’s nature. What right or wrong? I’m here, still very much baring; aren’t I?Fitting myself on a leaking life.My hands have done all building they couldwith inexperience whispering onContinue reading “Delirium – I Was Following.”

Duress

I don’t feel jealous of their fortune.I feel sadness for my misfortune,because my stars unlike theirshaven’t lead me to where my mind is living.It’s such a battle I wish my legscould withstand its life.To war with myself over howmy mind has passed the borderyet my reality is picking bodies ofthose trials my mind skipped.

I Can’t Not Surpass Lonely.

I am a lonely human being,so lonely that,looking at the sun at it’s brightestthe light fails to broaden my sightbut passes to narrow itonly not slightly, to the pointit’s not only blinding being that centredbut hurts me to hold a glimpsethat in the end,instead of baring the pain,to see what will come forth after itContinue reading “I Can’t Not Surpass Lonely.”

Disable.

Taking from me,don’t copy death.As it’s still and drift,only leaves skeletonsthe ever haunting is here/ was here,Of what once was,don’t copy what is conclusion to me;continuing memories.Take, take harshlybut remembering to return;Like blowing relief on a searing woundand when you blow,if the breath is poisonous,is filled with what could stop my heartif left unattended;that painContinue reading “Disable.”

Letters To Freddie: 07

In sickness?I wasn’t suffocating. But when silence became a third person in our already trying time, I couldn’t wait to open the window. “How are you?”I can’t say this, your eyes said so. Freddie, haven’t I always been ill? Because you found me that way or I was born with it, it was more acceptable?Continue reading “Letters To Freddie: 07”

Habituated

I wished for too longto live in a spacebuilt especially for mewhere I could stroll aroundand stumble upon myinnate favourite parts of living.A place, different shades of hues. And I did,did live in that space;every time you weren’t asleep. Darling, open your eyes;I want to come home…