“One day she remembered that it wasn’t her job to make everyone happy.”
— Robin Lee
— Virginia Woolf
Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’, (Details)
Jeanette Winterson, from "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal," publ. in 2011
Hubble Spots the Spider Galaxy by NASA Hubble Space Telescope
My knees buckle,
My mind, it bends
My mouth stumbles
Over the words it borrows
From others with less sorrows
The days
I expect them, wait for them
And when they pass, I realise
They're dead days
Gone and lost,
Rotten days
And of them too many,
That have been too much
I mourn them still
I’m struggling,
Stumbling like a failing tightrope walker
I turn and want to blame someone
For sabotaging the rope,
For distracting me
But there’s no one but me
I abandoned safety net and balancing pole
Instead there’s darkness waiting should I fall
There’s no way of knowing what’s down there
Should I tumble, would I crack?
Should I fall, would I break?
Should I jump, would I
Die
@academia-lucifer
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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