Everyone is so alone. Words keep floating into outer space. Become the stars. Burn beautifully and disappear. Like the flame of a candle. The body of a fire. Existing and disappearing simultaneously. History is history, and truly, only the face of the clock matters. If not that, then the continuous now, sneaking along stealing from the past, giving to the future. My body is withering and my brain swelling. We are taunted as we grow closer to understanding anything at all. Delicate is the nature of reality. As it comes to find itself, it forgets who it is as time passes. Fighting for everything, just to grasp nothing. Moving ever closer and ever farther all at once. It is living and it is dying. It is submerged and when it comes up for a breath it loses all of that familiar air.
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Contentment seems so unachievable that I’ve convinced myself that everyone is as sad as me deep down whether or not they know it.
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My closest friend
Bound to me by heart and soul
You cannot leave
Though you may want to
And you hate
The sand beneath you
Though gravity pulls you down
Beneath the sand you feel my heart is beating
If you can’t love your Mother Earth
How can you gaze at the stars
And expect them to love you
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I ride a boat through the sea of humanity. It keeps the water out. It’s made of fear and self hatred.
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My milk jug shows me a day in the future that will soon become forgotten in the past