Imagine sinking. To a place yet to be known but with a dark atmosphere already known to you, like the place where you are. Perhaps you can't, denial is a strong medicine.
Before reaching the bottom, you will find yourself in a void, light will have no place nor meaning, the same way for those that have sunk in life. To the bottom of a deep dark pit free of vision but replete with turmoil and hopelessness. Trying to leave is futile, clawing the walls, struggling to reach a kind of light, one born from a torn mind. Illusions that are delusions seen in shape of gaps in walls that causes the skin to cringe upon touch.
Sinking towards the oblivion of a duality, to an ending that is also a new beginning. Not only that, but may also be nothing.
How bad can it truly be? To relinquish all unto the unknown to attain the exchange of one uncertainty for another, but hopefully better... There may be the fabled peace, a kind of it, at least.
Dry me clean and let me sink. For as the last breath is drawn and things start to look (feel) better, rejoice forwhy the end is near. As they say, things ought to get worse before getting better.
Why bother?
Categories:
forwhy, absence, death, feelings, freedom,
Form: Narrative
When being awake
is hard and unbearable.
When in restless dreams
peace is fleeting.
What else is in there to live and hope for
if not only to be eager for your own demise?
The planks of wood may come and cover me
forwhy about this life I have nothing else to say.
Categories:
forwhy, absence, depression, desire, emotions,
Form: Free verse
I once thought that I knew what happiness was like, but I was mistaken. Forwhy I have found how it does feel to be really happy, truly happy, nothing fleeting, only last night.
In the night when she came to me, in my cave made of barred windows and closed curtains, locked doors and dimming light, where is always almost dark, light shone and life flowed into me when she smiled and blissful words were said by her. A night of wonders when I sought her arm across the bed and I held her hand as she held mine, the exchange of looks was the bonding of our souls.
The intertwining of our fingers, the strength of our grasp as if to never let go, made me realize that I was no longer alone, that I have found my place, a purpose, a home inside her heart to bath forever into her soul and warmth.
As my eyelids brought dark to my sight, I have seen ourselves in the Future, together. She and I. Now, to grow old by her side is my only wish from what is left of this life, to make this glimpse of the Future a truth is what I have to live for.
When they see us, they may see two people, yet, we will be just one for we are bond to the soul. She and I. I love you.
Categories:
forwhy, addiction, desire, happiness, love,
Form: Narrative