8:19pm
It's been a whole month of these uploads. wow. I wonder if I will be able to do another completed one, hopefully. It's been a month of 2015. 31 days. Eleven months left. 334 days. Am I happy or sad I survived it? I don't know, i honestly have no fricking idea. I wish life was simle. I wish death didn't exist yet on some nights its the thing I want most. Well, I'm not gonna say much more. Um, good luck for the next eleven months and let words guide you. Here comes february.
[A/N?] Is this an authors note? Practically this whole thing is an authors note. Hey ho. I'm gonna write this and seriously, I'm trying not to be cheesy and cliche but hey ho. Thank you for reading this, if anyone is reading this. I don't even know if you are to be honest, but I would like to think someone is and can possibly relate to some of it, then I know I'm not completely alone and insane with my thoughts. Maybe I won't feel so lonely. I'm gonna write a february one, it won't be called dear diary though, so if you want to read that you could. :) So yeah, I'm here if you need to talk or just want a chat. Stay strong darling, it's gonna be ok. I love you. :) xx
The beginnnin spills through city veins
Into the arteries
And under power poisen clouds.
We move like the shadows
Through alleyways
Through nightmares bought and sold as dreams.
Through barren factories
Through boarded schools
Through rotting fields.
Through burning doors of the past
Through imaginations exploding.
To break the curfews in our minds
Our actions awaken dreams of actions multiplied
A restless fury.
Once buried like burning embers
Left alone to smoulder
But together stacked under the walls of a dying order.
All sparks are counted
Calloused hands raised in silence
Over the bonfire of hope unincorperated.
Its flame restores tomorrows meaning
Across the graveyard of hollow promises
As gold dipped vultures pick at what is left of our denial.
And the youngest among us
Stare at us like stoned eyes determined and say Death for us may come early.
Cause dignity has no price
At the corner of no and nowhere.
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
Tomorrow is calling.Tomorrow is calling,
Do not be afraid.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary... *January 2015*
NonfiksiThat's the difference between you and me, you defended yourself from the depression like it was a new enemy, where I welcomed it like a new friend. Just the thoughts of a English teenager.
