Let's speak of the world. Let's speak of water and wind. Let's speak of sun and sand. Let's speak of nature, of God's creations, of beauty.. of anything.
Let's find distractions -things to pin our words to so they don't fall where they always do. Let's cover reality with a thick blanket of nonsense and play a game of hide and never seek. Let's use fake words and look through lying eyes and peer into pretend.
Let's not. Let's instead speak of feelings as they come, and let our words describe what they may. Let's speak of a loss so true and pure that you get lost within it. Let's speak of layers and layers of the same exact feeling spreading shades of the same flavor every moment they exist. Let's speak of that chest tightening lack that robs your heart of anything that isn't confusion.
Let's speak of feeling like you're floating in midair, in utter darkness, without knowing why for neither the present nor the future. Let's speak of the exhaustion of maintaining a semblance of normalcy when your insides are anything but. Let's speak of an endless stream of shadows made of pain and fear and loss that are held in place by nonexistent strands of strength.
Let's speak of an ocean of darkness held at bay by the dim flickers of a dying candle. Let's speak of living in fear of cracking under the immense pressure and falling victim to a world of feelings that constantly searches for a dent in your armor so it can engulf you.
Let's speak of a single limp human soul standing on water, drowning in shadows and carrying the weight of a stormy sky. Let's speak of imagination that speaks real better than reality and of unreal images painting nothing but the truest truth. Let's speak true words in their lying form and let's hope storms, shadows and loss find a way to drain out through them and leave a sliver of emptiness for serenity to find rest.
Let's find distractions -things to pin our words to so they don't fall where they always do. Let's cover reality with a thick blanket of nonsense and play a game of hide and never seek. Let's use fake words and look through lying eyes and peer into pretend.
Let's not. Let's instead speak of feelings as they come, and let our words describe what they may. Let's speak of a loss so true and pure that you get lost within it. Let's speak of layers and layers of the same exact feeling spreading shades of the same flavor every moment they exist. Let's speak of that chest tightening lack that robs your heart of anything that isn't confusion.
Let's speak of feeling like you're floating in midair, in utter darkness, without knowing why for neither the present nor the future. Let's speak of the exhaustion of maintaining a semblance of normalcy when your insides are anything but. Let's speak of an endless stream of shadows made of pain and fear and loss that are held in place by nonexistent strands of strength.
Let's speak of an ocean of darkness held at bay by the dim flickers of a dying candle. Let's speak of living in fear of cracking under the immense pressure and falling victim to a world of feelings that constantly searches for a dent in your armor so it can engulf you.
Let's speak of a single limp human soul standing on water, drowning in shadows and carrying the weight of a stormy sky. Let's speak of imagination that speaks real better than reality and of unreal images painting nothing but the truest truth. Let's speak true words in their lying form and let's hope storms, shadows and loss find a way to drain out through them and leave a sliver of emptiness for serenity to find rest.
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