relacuna

relacuna

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Handing out, enabling those who are trying to stay strong. Grab the clouds by their hands, blow smoke in their eyes. Dialate

"You got what I'm looking for?" That's all I hear as the spotlight gets brighter. "Yo, bitch! You got it or not?!" I'm pressed for time.

ant

The weight on my back is just enough to get me through the day, get my family some food. It seems like a giant percentage, but I can handle it. I've carried heavier things before.

salt

Water, tablets, Na. Either way, you're dehydrated as fuck if you have too much.

offer

Beg, borrow, steal. It's on the table, they say. As soon as you go to grab it, you realize it was never there. Getting what you get should be good enough.

There are some things better left along. A mystery, per say. Once it is changed, it no longer reflects what originally was. Every time something is left to it, every time something new happens the outcome is different.

Ruined beauty surrounds me, crumbling walls falling down. Am I responsible? I can't be, I wasn't here long enough to make an impact.... Stepping over the rubble, I exit stage left. Still waiting to reconstruct.

force

To be reckoned with; one to not give in. No matter how powerful, you cannot withstand it. There are few things powerful enough to do this. From the feeling of the wind, to a simple kiss. This will leave you breathless and winded.

Slithering, down the drain in my hair covered skin. I swear I'm dying. Hair falling out everywhere, sticking to my sweaty body. You'd think the hair would clog the drain, but it's my life that's doing it.

Slowly going down, to the depths no one else dare go. It's getting darker now, slowly losing daylight and my air. As I look down, I see nothing but a black pit. I try to scramble and pull myself back up to the top, but to no avail. There are somethings better left unseen, and this is one of them.

writing since 2011 · 13 entries · 12 days shown up

each square is a day—lit means Renee showed up.

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on this day 15 years ago

Renee wrote about poison
“Slip in my veins. Kill me slowly. Like the venom I sip nightly, it over takes my emotions. Some things come, This makes them all go. Needles and pins.”

the words Renee reaches for

slowlyhairslipbetterdrainfallingpowerfulgrabbusyhandseyesveinskillvenomsipnightly