Jan 23, 2018
3am knows all my secrets
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3am knows all my secrets
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Untitled.
Author: Yours Truly.
Title: Suburbia Author: Yours Truly…along with a much needed Moment of editing and break in my typical stream of consciousness style.
Una Historia Repetida
I can’t keep up. I just got home and it’s tomorrow already. I haven’t slept so it’s still today, Well These days start to feel the same. Bare minimum human contact keeps Me at arms length But that keeps me sane. I check my social media feeds Infinite in length but current in moments It’s almost as if it always existed. I can’t help but feel like I’m living in Constant deja vu. Days seem familiar and new Occupying two tenses Both presented and passed along All at once.
You’re messing with my energy that’s where I draw the line.
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Why can’t I be good at something?
Why am I not enough but too much all at once?
I just want to mean something to someone.
I promised myself
It’s already past midnight and I find myself still awake
My mind, my thoughts, clouded by the thoughts of you, for fuck’s sake
I remember the notebooks I wrote on, sitting on the shelf,
dust has settled on it, and I’m crying alone, by myself.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t let you complete me.
But here I am, lying on the cold floor, thinking of ways on how to set you free
I thought my heart could take it without you in it.
But before I realized, you took parts of me as you left, bit by bit.
wasted thoughts #27
J’ai récemment lu quelque chose d’intéressant sur le temps. Les montres digitales nous montrent un aspect du temps linéaire, nous rappelant à chaque regard que ce dernier file pour nous conduire vers la mort. Les montres à aiguilles nous montrent un aspect circulaire du temps. Un éternel recommencement. Quelle est la forme correcte du temps ? Une boucle infini qui se répète au grand dam de notre vieillissement biologique, ou une ligne morbide qui nous attire inexorablement vers la poussière.