My anxiety sits in the corner of my dystopian heart. I am snow and dirt glistening morosely on mud and straw. I'd like to break a wall or two, this glass beauty that separates us and see if I spurt blood that puts to shame this fiery sun and come back anew in water and dirt like earth. Help me breathe!
There's a transparent ocean inside your eyes and a poet can, but only pen lyrical ballads in your favour that puts the envious Gods to unadulterated rage. But I am no poet and I see corpses your ocean eye houses. Sepulchres, fawning eyes never see, and I wonder, I wonder if this mortal agony will last till the peals of the final trumps.
I have never known the address of Happy Endings because Love held me hostage once. I know I paid a Kingdom's ransom, most times in salty tears and so you will find me on tiptoes now, waltzing to Hozier on a fine Sunday evening by the seaside alone and you can watch me collapse, collapse into infinite nothings.
PS: ah, eccentricity #start#podben#benecc @/writersnetwork : You made my day with your comment thank youuuuu. I adore you ♥️ Thank you for the lovely repost too. @miraquill this actually feels surreal. Never thought I'll get another pod. Thank you!
Edit: inspired by an interview I read about the moon. Thank you all. I don't even know if I deserve this ♥️
It's okay, it's okay to be sad. It kills you, but only from inside, so it's okay. It's okay to be sad. It's just another feeling, which you can't avoid. If you are alive, then you are meant to be sad, so it's okay. It's okay to be sad. Being sad is a good option, sometimes, but being happy, not always. Sadness is a necessary evil, so it's okay. It's okay to be sad. Reasons will play their role, and the final outcome will make you either happy or sad or both. You're okay to be happy. And now you need to be okay, with being sad.