April 21st 2018
Saturday
2:47AM
TRYING TO DROWN INTO STUPOR.
It doesn't happen all at once.
It doesn't even happen slowly.
Your words never seemed to be meaningless.
Like the syllables of our cray language never seemed senseless although they were.
You touch my hand to your face.
And the butterflies flutterkick in my bel'.
But now they seem to be DEAD.
I don't search for you in crowd anymore,
Because even if you are here, you're not here.
I keep walking as quickly as I can.
I love the memory of us,more than I love myself.
Neither of us are in the same place as yesterday.
But I still look over my shoulder sometimes,
Reluctantly and willingly,
Just in case, your eyes find a way
Of calling me back....
...................................................................................
Docket to a better person
✓. Stay away from everyone and everything.
You alone are enough for yourself.
Stop depending on everything
Your sole purpose is to breathe, survive this life and die.
Death is eternal peace.
Stop being weak.
Grow some guts and SURVIVE
YOU ARE READING
Craysters
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