Darkness does not exist,
Its merely the absence of light.
Do you know how dark my life gets,
In your absence?
Ever wondered why
trees don’t grow
on mountain tops?
Even human beings,
never root themselves
to uneven ground.
"The word poetry comes from the Greek word poiesis which just means “a making”. So if you’ve made it, it’s poetry. Even if it’s breakfast."
"They don’t listen; they just never listen. I don’t want to be heard. I only want them to listen."
The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again."
My memories are suddenly sunburnt,
each ear you’ve lived in, is slowly burning red
All those sounds, falling like autumn leaves, and
images shrieking at the top of their voices.
Their throats are raw.
Everything, everything is slowly disappearing.
Like watching a movie on rewind,
all the disembodied sadness is
rising, like a cloud, above my head, sucking
it’s rain back to itself. My hair is finally drying.
I’ve bitten all my nails, hoping
it’s harder to hold on
and it is.
I’m finally letting go.