ExistantialDisparity

My thoughts eat away at my flesh. Something in me aches. I wish I could find the words to write away at madness, but I have an untamable thirst for affliction in both sound and movement.

Maybe one day we’ll acquire the courage to speak what so many of our actions have said. But until then, it’s been an immense honor to have known you.

Souls are like oleander; beautiful but deadly to consumption. And yet we still yearn to know one another’s. I think apart of us knows we’re doomed. And that’s what makes things so much more significant. Death does not come softly, but cacophonously bringing chaos with it. Giving it something to remember is our only form of subversion.

People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves; they do not look beautiful when they fall.

“We accept the love we think we deserve”

Don’t you see my child, we are liars .I promised to steal you the stars, but only triggered thousands of supernovas. I gave life, but only saw death; I chose hate when it was easier to love. I’m sorry…

You loved me as broken glass knowing I would cut you, I should have learned how to mend wounds. Maybe then I could’ve loved myself enough to show how much I loved you. I’m sorry…