they tell me
to take a deep breath,
but the air is toxic
and heavy in my lungs.
it leaves a stale taste
and shakes bitterly.
they tell me
to listen to music,
but the music doesn't
scream louder than the
silence that surrounds it.
the music can't even
describe how i feel
because my feelings have pushed
the barrier of sanity and words
and have entered this dark plain
that i seem to have
isolated myself in.
they tell me
to take a nap,
but the only thing
that encompasses me
other than the darkness
is the thought of you.
and the thought of you
makes it impossible to sleep.
the thought of you
is what keeps my blood pumping
and boiling.
the only thing that keeps my eyes open.
i'm drowning in insomnia,
running from my mind,
silencing my thoughts
with hollow words.
i can't run from my mind though,
because i am my mind.
and my mind is only accepting reality,
and i can't run from that.
you used to make me forget,
but now you're gone
and all i can do
is remember.
YOU ARE READING
pieces.
Short Story"...to keep track of thoughts, as fast as they come, and remember them when they go away" these are just pieces of poems and stories that happened to escape my mind
