< 24th may >
so i haven't been here from a long time and it's just because well, because of the same reason that i started this account. anyways, i came back here to open some old scars that never healed and sizzle with pain with anything from a tiny brush of water to a tornado. they sting and sting and make me who i am, not a person of any sort of beauty but a wrinkle in many lives and time itself. they effect me every single day, twitch and open with slight contact and burn my skin till i'm nothing but vapor.
this is what happens when as a poet you love too much and as a child you fall for some people too affectionately. until they leave and you are left with nothing but dust and the rest of your life to remember that nothing, no one is constant.
you may regard me as a kid depending on your age, but i am just a sad old grandparent clinging to the same rocking chair their kids gave them before leaving the old age home, before they became amnesiac and forgot their own name, their ways, their opinions, before it all drowned to deep, before they started imaging fake little children running around and crying and being their best friends. this or before they started mu₹der!ng people and hiding the bodies, eating their victim's hearts and chewing every last bit with a gallon of vermillion spread around their lips like an autumn painting. gnawing on the lungs because they forgot to breathe from their own and because respirating hurts their chest.
deceiving people by lying and using their "innocent, hepless and harmless old person" image to manipulate believers before making them victims. miserable, old and stinking from either the old age or the blood (whatever you prefer)
i am the satellite from harry's house, just spinning around waiting for - well, nothing. because a natural satellite can never touch the object it's orbiting, our moon can never touch the earth without defying the laws of nature and destroying the entire planet. to put it in simpler terms, i can never have the things i want because it's all already gone and what's been gone cannot be brought again, because if i succeed it would destroy everything and someone's world would end. i am incapable of breaking the invisible barries of physics and the biology of life. so i just spin, spin, spin and spin orbiting my planets from afar, till the end of eternity i will stay in this constant cycle.
deliriously,
your friend
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open scarlet letters
Non-Fiction"we're so young but we're on the road to ruin, we play dumb but we exactly what we're doing we show off, our different scarlet letters" (new romantics, taylor swift) the chronicles of a not very stable person recorded through diary entries. a new a...
