Jan 5, 2025
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Is it better to be selfish or sad?
Feeling gray and other colors
Do you know what is worst than feeling blue? Feeling gray, with all the colors draining from your soul.
You can't write the anguish away, you can't feel the character of the book you're reading. You can't dance to lose the weight on your shoulders, you can't draw the suffering. You're just... existing, not being anything.
Sometimes you don't even have a reason to feel this way, and it makes you feel guilty for not producing anything. BUT DON'T YOU DARE TO PUSH YOURSELF like I did to myself. It'll make it feel worse.
Take your time, don't rush yourself. Something is gonna come up and will leave you with no ground. It can be good, it can be bad. But it's something, thank that.
Remember that life is the purple's melancholy with the orange's vitality. The green's hope with the black's grief. The red's sensuality with the white's pureness.
We, ourselves, are made to mix colors through time and people around us. Not to be stuck on the gray, floating between the black and white extremes.
Life is colorful, and so is your soul. You need to wait for that drop of ink that will make it shine.
Feeling gray
Washed away
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I wish.. I wish I could channel the blues out of my body ever so slightly without harming myself and leaving a terrible and irreparable scarred soul and tissue. I wish I could pick myself up every time I fall back harder than before, I wish I could do so much with my life but my life itself holds me back from being me. I wish I knew how to handle things better on my own, I wish i was smarter than I am, I wish I wasn't so insecure about everything. I wish I was attractive, I wish I was healthy, I wish I was strong, I wish I could wish for more than just a wish. I wish that nothing was impossible without thinking it, I wish I was many things in the past, I wish I could've been more than many things but something. I wish I'll be ever more than I am today. I wish.. I wish.. I wish with all that's left of my heart, will, and soul, I wish I was no longer alive nor existed to begin with. ...I wish..
A poem by me.
L.G.
You can only pretend to be okay for so long till you remember there gone and it hits you and suddenly it's like he air escapes your lungs and every thing feels like it's turning gray and your heart starts to race like the blood is draining from your veins.
