Ava-Blue
At the local coffee shop everyone seemed a total stranger. Gazing down at their phones and their bevrages, I could not see anyone's eyes, it felt kind of lonely.
It was late whe she came in. It felt just like I had been waiting for hours. Time slept by in this weir dark place, like a waterfall dropping through darkness.
If there is a reason to breathe.
If there is a reason to keep going
If there is a reason to be alive.
Maybe there's just no reason.
That is the arts.
I spent most of my time in pure melacholy. In true and numbless sandess. In deep and tearing sorrow. Alone.
One night I heard the sound, sounding thuought the hole house, shaking throught my hole body, like craving for live I heard it quiet. Untill it got louder.
If they were not that lost, on themselves, own their lives, their anxieties, their drugs, their paths. They woud´ve seen that I´d been dying right before their eyes.