I could have been someone

If the stories I heard 
On the nights where thunder rolled beneath my bed
And my eyelids were pinned awake within darkness
Were fantasies

Instead of eternity, I sought pleasure
What if I am regretting the present
Because I want to escape from veins of chiseled black
Flowing deep within my heart

Even so, if I could love myself

A sun that’s split into two brings morning with it
For me, within this grey of dark wood
I would just leave that which is forgotten, as it is
A story with vanished scripts

Flying freely
Going deeper

I can’t hear the voice of the girl
Who is crying behind the unchangeable answer
Emotions have never been things
That can be measured by someone’s rusty ruler

The invisible scars
Exist only for myself, so that I can laugh in the present
Writing about fantasies with a dulled pencil
Things that are so far out of reach

Yet can be touched when I close my eyes and cover my ears

All that’s here and now is my everything

With the sun split in half, the day begins again
The continuation to this story has always been
And will forever be in my hands
Somewhere bright

Being loved is not the end
Because it’s not enough to just be filled with love

Flying freely
Going deeper

Deeper

{My re-imagined fantasies}

Hey I'm Kat
And I'm not one to expect much
But maybe I'll put something up here and there...