I've always been comfortable alone. Too comfortable. I'm afraid one day I'll find that the comfort, the years alone scrolling on my phone was slowing rotting me from the inside the whole time. I'll be left with a hollow centre and an empty life. If anything I need to be reminded to be present, to be pushed and pulled into things, otherwise I just wouldn't feel the urge to bother. I need to need people, need to experience the world, because the fact that I don't will leave me unhappy in the end. I just need to practice leaving my house. Or my bed.
π April / 20s / Writeblr π
This is a place to keep my writing/poetry and occasional artwork, and you're welcome to look around.
Iβm working on something that will probably take me awhile (a long long hopefully not too long while lol)updates and snippets under #dead above. Until itβs finished, this blog helps me stay consistent, starve off procrastination and remember that life doesn't have to be empty. It can be warm and golden. I hope you wait for that sunrise. It's worth it. ~pfp icon is my first digital painting attempt.
I just read your post about being twenty, lonely and waiting forever for something, anything to happen at all. It really helps to know that there is someone else out there that feels the same, so I wanted to say thank you for your post. It did reach me in a dark moment and managed to bring a little light into my heart. I hope things will get better for you and some day you will get your beautiful plot twist
Thank you πΌ I really appreciate that, I hope you're life is filled with brighter moments and maybe one day something will find us and kickstart this stagnant waiting or maybe our thirty's will be kinder. we can begin when we want and we'll wait for the sunrise. Sending you joy when you need it most and I hope u get your plot twist aswell. Thankyou anon π
I worry
I stress
I am a pylon
I am tangled in cables
I am no longer connected to the grid
Energy is lost
It's falls through a sieve
And all I'm left with is dust and static lint
I barely rinse
I Repeat
the same defeat of sinking into my bed
I am animated meat
suspended over my own stupid once avoidable mess.
Why do you watch me so forlornly? Don't think I didn't notice, I know many of you, I've gazed at your cities with their twinkling lights, the ones that dim the stars to you and I've listened to every secret, every heartfelt want or desperate wish, you tell me your worries and have questions you think I can answer. But mostly you cry, and so very often. I don't have the answers, but I can sit with you, when your sad or lonely at night, when you think your alone.
If the moon could talk what will she say?
I just have to say something. Omg. I read your most recent post and I've reread it so many times tonighy, and maybe it's because I'm sleep deprived but it made me ugly cry so hard and I couldn't stop going back to it, like it's so surreal and I'm sorry.
AH I'm sorry!! Thankyou for reading it and it's okay I'm okay, I haven't seen him in years. π
Does anyone else feel a bit overwhelmed when a post u make gets more notes than your used to, like there's hundreds of people just suddenly in your room looking over your shoulder at your Mediocr post and by exstention you.
I saw @two-bees-poetry lady macbeth/macbeth poem π·and became inspired to try this format called (an okayish first attempt but a fun challenge) contrepulate poetry.
Holy shit! I saw that anonymous ask on your last post. I found your post so relatable and heartbreaking and was heartbroken to see it getting criticized. I hope that anon understands the actual sentiment
Sadly it's just expected, I don't think anon was really even fully taking in the point of my post and instead only saw the parts that they felt where somehow an attack on their values (which is concerning considering the post topic). I'm sorry you found it relatable and I hope you have a lovely day.
It's time.. . .. I'll say tomorrow
I'll do it tomorrow I said yesterday I'll do it today I said tomorrow I'll do it yesterday I said today..