Reality is pastry and the day is indifferent.
More an observation than a poem, yet something I found worthy to ponder ...
Endless
(I hope this isn't too much of a downer... I wanted to look at heartache in a bit of a different way and experiment a little!)
A question that has been pestering me for the last three nights, giving me nightmares and overwhelming me with fear.
When the weight of your soul is too much to carry. When every breath takes an effort. When numbness is welcomed.
Striving for perfection can in many cases be the death of creativity and individualism.
The quicker you move with the storm clouds,
the faster you will encounter a thunderstorm.
It's crazy how the scars of the past never truly heal, but we wear them like armour. Stamps of survival to remind ourselves of the trials and tribulations we've overcome. Most scars fade but the subst...
More an observation than a poem, yet something I found worthy to ponder ...
Endless
(I hope this isn't too much of a downer... I wanted to look at heartache in a bit of a different way and experiment a little!)
A question that has been pestering me for the last three nights, giving me nightmares and overwhelming me with fear.
When the weight of your soul is too much to carry. When every breath takes an effort. When numbness is welcomed.
Striving for perfection can in many cases be the death of creativity and individualism.
The quicker you move with the storm clouds,
the faster you will encounter a thunderstorm.
It's crazy how the scars of the past never truly heal, but we wear them like armour. Stamps of survival to remind ourselves of the trials and tribulations we've overcome. Most scars fade but the subst...