i. the sky feels red and you do too. there is something about the hurt that springs up to you in the corners of your mind, and it tells you this, "my love, do not turn back. do not let them see. do not let them seep inside of you. do not let them strum your heart strings."
ii. you travel to places you go everyday. the usual, as usual. but your phone stinks of unforgiven apologies and a million messages, and you still let it rot. the usual, as usual.
iii. people see you as someone you never were. you hear them out and you think oh god what have i become? who are you even?
iv. you wake up at 03 : 45 and you giggle at yourself because the dream you just had was just a nightmare and real life is just so much better. you thank your stars.
v. you survive.
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
