Tiny Thoughts.

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111

Tripping,
Running,
Fleeing.
Rapidly,
constantly,
Consistently.

112

This fear builds inside of me,
For is it normal to be afraid all the time?
Is it normal to be afraid walking through the door?
Is it normal to fear emotions?

113

I managed to hold the tears back.
For the chaos inside of me,
Did not match that
Of which,
Was outside of me.

114

This is all my fault.
I say,
No this is my fault.
They say,
Guilt starts to well up in me,
I made them feel this way.
This is all my fault.

115

I think depression is when,
You're surrounded by darkness,
For it is night,
And there are are fireflies everywhere,
Lighting up your night.
And everyone is catching them,
Collecting them into their lantern,
Lighting their way through the world.
But,
Everyone seems to be given a lantern,
But you.
So you look to the individual fireflies,
Letting those tiny things,
Guide you,
When they occasionally light up.

116

If you're happy.
That's all that matters,

117

Blood tainted electric feels,
An eternally delicate veil,
For you are living,
Through pain,
And hurt,
And this war,
But those electric feels seem to keep coming back.
Oh these electric feels,
Built of pain,
Veiled,
And coated in hurt,
But at the core,
These electric feels,
Hop and leap in your soul like fireworks.
Those electric feels.

118

You are humor,
And light,
I might be overreacting,
Or simply selfish,
But,
I like you

119

I want to join the crashing of waves at the coast,
Be the wind tumbling through rocks,
To dance with the stars,
And to be the warmth on a winter night.
When I am gone,
I hope to become the embodiment of joy and serenity this world has to offer.
I want to make people smile,
As the wind tugs at tendrils of their hair,
As they dip their feet in the crashing waves,
I want to gaze upon new couples from the heavens,
And keep those that were close to me warm so that no matter what,
They still feel loved.
For when I am gone,
I do not want to be something, long gone, in a hole in the ground.
I want to be all that is,
And was,
And all that still is to be.

120

Somehow,
Despite how you were treated,
You manage to treat others as if they were the center of your life.
Making them feel special, and important, and loved.
I wonder,
Everyone around you is happy because you have lifted them up,
But you,
Are you happy?