One Soul, less

20170820_184447.jpgImagine,
Helpless, alone
In a dark alleyway
Cold, damp, musty

Imagine,
Being very afraid,
Unable to breathe,
Choking,
On the very air,
that keeps you,
alive

Imagine,
Such pain
soul wrenching pain,
clenching,

Imagine,
your heart,
in tiny fragments,
broken,over
and over again

Imagine,
this,
unending.
Day in, day out.

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Just.

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A blur,

Everyone seems to be,

Just,

Everywhere,

All the time,

A blur,

Whirling,

Right in the midst.

Just.

Chaos,

Stop.

Unable to,

Escape.

Just,

Stop.

Please stop.

Just, stop.

Unbreaking Chains

 

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days.

Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself.

159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Continue reading “Unbreaking Chains”

Abstracts. 

Endless white walls.
Her eyes closing.

Dark stretched canvas.

Without playing a single note.

Blue hues, with drops of rain.

Scratches of red wine.

Etched in the wood work. Continue reading “Abstracts. “