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 ♥️