Thoughts run around in your head
Like trying to win a marathon
You want to listen to what is said
Try to pause and halt for some
But you’re distracted
And then they’re gone
The color of my soul is a shade no one seems to like.
— I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)
The heart is supposed to fall
In love,
And for someone
But mine is quiet,
Still at it’s place
It doesn’t beat in sync with someone’s
But it beats for me
I’m not giving it up
But wear it on my sleeve
And treat it gently
-Zoë Lianne
It’s staying up at night
Listening to the ticking of the clock,
the sounds from outside.
It's being distracted for just a short time
by the light of the streetlight
shining through the carelessly closed shutters
It’s hoping not having to face the next day
It’s numbing fear
Waking up the next morning,
starting the day with newfound motivation
It’s creeping up throughout the day
Doing the dishes,
writing an essay,
drinking coffee
And suddenly it’s there
“One day she remembered that it wasn’t her job to make everyone happy.”
— Robin Lee
—Albert Camus
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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