For the daily prompt and from the heart, no matter how broken it is. A poem about not feeling quite alive that I posted on Instagram originally. Hope you like it! <3 slashed, brought back to life. A suspense story only told in sounds rev·e·nant
a person who has returned, especially supposedly from the dead. the past is the past is the present.
no direction. beautiful tragedy.
a collaboration with the wonderful @lonelystories who was so kind to collaborate with me again for another project
We rise from sleep, we rise from a fall, we rise from agony. The Heart endures great Pain, but I love how it still manages to Love despite it all. To live is to love?
To love is to live?
How to be alive? Song inspired, not long but I lost patience when my PC crashed from my attempts at playing with words. 😂 Stay with me 'till the end, you'll be my last thought. I promise. Ive been here almost a week. I hate it. The cold hard floor. The glass window with jagged metal bars attached. The nasty food. The smirking guards. The most of all the man. The one who comes everyday ... Our eyes are placed in the front of our head by design, because we are meant to move forward towards our futures up ahead. That is at least what I think. What do you think? :)