I've found myself withering
Crumbling
Into a state of unawareness
And fragility
Where I am my own solitary companion
A globular light floating
Hanging
On a thread so thick
And twisted
It begins to engulf the entire purpose of it
Let me looks at you closely
Meticulously
Discovering secrets about myself
Nightmares
That you didn't know were real enough to have
Do you think there is any hope in fear
In despair?
If hope is in the fragment of light and fear the wire
The strings
Be sure the bulb is stronger than the strands
Or cut the strings with all your brawn
Power
No one deserves to be hung up and dried
Evaporated
To have their soul and source sucked from them
One would think there's a way to be exultant
Blissful
And be themselves, control over life
And longing
There is no loneliness in which happiness exists
Something I wrote last year when I was having a time. Just found this...hm, interesting. Iiiiiiiinteresting. I WAS A REALLY REALLY HAPPY LITTLE GIRL.
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