If a parallel universe really does exist, I hope the other me knows how to keep herself from sobbing at night.
Month: May 2020
that one night
“maybe it was too hard”,
she murmured.
it was a starry night and cold
and vibrant and everyone’s dancing
or just swaying
slowly, slowly
slowly, a tear rolled down
her cold cheek as he answered,
“or maybe you’re just
too shattered”
what it’s like to break
let me break it to you:
silence means breaking
perhaps dismantling a more void you
and it feels like it’s crippling
all your bones
all your hopes
and it’s suffocating
while it’s enabling
the dead nightmares inside you
to swallow your nerves
while it’s disabling
you to smile and function
but
let me break it to you:
moon is silent
but neither broken
nor suffocated
stars are made to warm
the skies and eyes
perhaps they’re dismantling you
and enabling you
to see how that void can be
something so painful and purposeful
that you
won’t even have to run anymore.
what it’s like to fall asleep
i took a rest
as i felt of losing the desire
the eagerness
to spill or to expose
whatever fills the void
whatever cements the shattered spots
whatever breaks the peace
whatever hushes the blaring sounds
all in my head—
a never-ending cycle
a painful encounter
that will never go away
so i took a rest
as i felt of losing the fire
to overcome the freezing
and the numbing point
have i ever exposed it
or just absorbed all of it?
that’s why i took a rest—
and attempted to arrest
the culprit that has been
destroying the solitude:
my mind?
it’s a never-ending cycle.
