One by one, step after step, I walk heavy. That odd and exciting feeling follows, taunting. I appreciate the space, the joy you gave, to me, to yourself. Advertisements
Indifferent, like unwinding twine or moving mountains. I’m the fool among fools. That is the burden, a lovely burden.
By the ledge, the moon is too early, too gentle. I fell and fell, mocking the waves, the foamy spray of the sea. I fell for some time, the waves splashing, one last glance to the shore.
A metallic roar, raining the weight of fire. The blank stare of his spasm, settled and gone.
I want to talk to an endless room. A dear life that’s quickly erased. Perhaps when I draw these stories, I’ll find you there, laying in the morning hour.
You are an unstable heart, wounded by the force of another.
Greatness is defining, only if we are free. I would not give in, I will not define silence.
I can feel the walls, their smothering embrace. They break, they exist, yet they’re cruelty sticks around… forever.
There are no exceptions in forgiving. I could close my eyes, I could close my mouth, I could of lived. There were days, warm breaths, when being away, being torn apart, was dying and sleeping. This was the beginning.
A man made of stone and of bitter bone is no man at all.