The wind flaps my hair around,
the waves are crashing and the sand is soothing my tired toes.
There's a sense of melancholy and sadness in the air,
which isn't very surprising.
It's all so silent here, yet anything but peaceful.
Are we always this quiet when we're in love?
Do we always over think things too much?
Is there any possible way I can escape my thoughts?
If I'm alone too long,
they consume me.
But do I really want to get rid of them?
They're all I have,
They're all I cherish.
I know they can't disappoint me,
cause I'll be in my own land of make-believe.
But I can't live in it forever,
cause life is cruel and so is love.
No. I'm not in love.
Fuck.
I need to stop lying to myself.
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Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...
