changes of weather shift expectations in uncomfortable ways to say I understood would be a lie more like a sad acceptance waiting on words lost meaning still, never knowing why, why speaking from the heart rarely receives what it deserves
“finding it solarplexusly painful how hope brought in a moment can be dashed to bits the next even though this appears to be a reoccurring theme with you” -said dysfunction to mental health
why ask why when it doesn’t change anything that hurts anything at all it’s so fucking unjust… leaving me only a little more less broken than you
In silence I read the ending of my knowing this hollow repast A sorrowful hand weaves a story incomplete a lost salvation My paging too fast to fully comprehend this soulfully quilled life
As our worlds weather pessimisms in madness, accepting your lack of sentiment pains me. Lost hope falls on hearts voided beats. An aetiology buried from meaning, hidden within darkened spaces, colors grey skies unloved. Solitarily too salient a sadness bears it’s witness in me.
an indulgent need desisting drama / negativity yet I’ve witnessed…. a polar state from positive out of care, no chastisements no judgments, only melancholy echoes of melodies never painted clouds turned to dryness seeking solace I know, I’m not what you expected so little in life ever is expectations whither veins ruby red singing madness-… Continue reading A thin sphere,