You know when you get that feeling when you're leg is asleep?
My soul is like that. It's sleeping. Far away from me.
And it has a vibrating sensation of nothingness.
In deep black thick waters I'm swimming.
There's no going back.
I started a battle with myself and there is no going back.
Air is not necessary in my lungs anymore.
I'm not alive. I'm not here.
Far far away everything is, where love is nothing and pain is a bliss.
I don't know what I want. I want thick shards of crystals so I can
Swallow them and feel my insides shine when the sun reflects on me.
I can't imagine my life anymore.
I can't live anymore.
That's why my sleep leg reminds me every day.
How? Because I sit in this exact same position every day.
Crossed legged.
September 16, 2013
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Three souls of mine
PoetrySo I'm basically writing this sort of poems based on my emotions and daily life. To help some of the readers understand what they are feeling. If any of you need advices or anything don't mind to ask.
