Tiny Thoughts.

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I like to disappear,
Into the depths of a story,
One where I can forget myself,
And forget circumstances,
Just delve into another's life,
Relating in ways that made me feel less alone.
I wonder,
What would it be like if those characters were real?
Would we be less pitiful creatures?
Not so lonely?
The longing of our heart numbed with recognition,
Something that is as rare as diamonds in this society.
Would we be happier?
I hope so.
I sure hope so.

202

I look forwards to the next anxiety,
Because at least I'll be over this one,
But when the next one comes,
My mind seems to go into lockdown screaming
Ohhhhhh shit.

203

I'm going crazy,
It's all in my head,
I don't know how to get it out,
It begs to be walked.

204

Leaves twisting and turning through the wind,
Crimson fire lining her figure,
And you dance,
An autumnal breeze twirling you through the air.

205

Clementines and citrus,
The smell of the tropics,
Tang and adventure twisting through the air.
A deep sense of peace,
You travel through the scent,
Letting it take you to places you never knew existed.
Clementines and citrus,
The smell of the tropics,
You are so willing to take a friend with you,
Clementines and citrus,
What stories have you to tell me of today?

206

One of the worst feelings in the world,
Is when there's been so much pain building up in your chest,
You can feel it,
You can feel the breakdown,
And one night,
All the feelings hit you at once,
You feel a pressure behind your eyes,
You need to cry,
But you just can't,
You want to cry.
But the tears just won't come,
So you lie there,
Heart and soul shattered in pieces.

207

I want someone to really know what I'm going through for once.

208

I want to run away,
From this world of repetitiveness,
The one where I know what happens the next day,
The one where everything is the same.
I want to live a life where I live in spite of life,
One where I go to bed,
The next day holding so many possibilities.
Living life with hope and excitement and lust for what it has to offer.
But that's not what life has given,
With her cold hands,
She has handed us pain,
And fear,
And sadness,
None of which I bargained for.
As an innocent child,
All I just wanted to live like a bird,
Free.

209

But a bird does not live free.
Not anymore.
Birds are caught,
And stuffed in cages,
In order to entertain us in our boring,
Repetitive lives.

210

Maybe I'm crazy,
Maybe I'm jealous.
But I know,
That this is not the life I wanted.
The life I wanted turned into a mere dream long ago,
Forgetting how it began,
Or how it ended in fact.
Only the mere feeling,
Residing in my soul.
One I will never forget.