skyinasentence
it's thick
and sinking
and sickening sweet
and I can't see you anymore
when you're mixed in like that
I didn't want the responsibility
or the acknowledgement
I didn't even want to be
there
But I was
I hope I win.
whats so stunning about it?
the fact it's broken
bruised
scattered on the floor
now you're shimmering
and I don't want to pick you up
I'd rather just stare
and see myself
in your crumbling walls
sometimes it aches to hear
and sometimes I ache without it
is the colour of my smile
and the light behind your eyes
but nothing else has that flare
nothing at all
what is a selfless sacrifice?
If you're willing to sacrifice yourself isn't it for YOUR morals?
your beliefs?
your ideals?
your god?
I'm going to sacrifice everything I'd sacrifice myself for.
stop the cycle.
empty anger
crashing all around
filling up space
with noise
I can finally hear myself think.
I could have been an artist
then I realized I had no choice
the art of artistry is an art in itself
Everyday we create
paths,energy,memories,trash, passion, relationships.
We don't have a say
can be broken, shattered so simply. Making someone comfortable is the most uncomforting thing you can do for them. Let them be awkward, nervous, uncomfortable. Let them learn how to be. And maybe sometimes they shouldn't be comfortable.
at all.
face. but when I see this face it's not screaming, its quite and calm and still...more radical than any body could ever be.
completly silent.
but not empty.
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