storm
A calming sense of serenity surrounds me as I slip slowly into the void. Broken suddenly by an explosion of white light followed by the rolling reports of thunder.
oh my
could it be, inside me, something you see, that would make you be,
inclined to,
feel the same way I do?
It’s these late contemplative nights when delving into myself brings to the surface feelings.
As much as I wish I could hide them, they are there. Are you doing this to me? Am I doing it to me? Is it you I want? Or do I merely want someone?
Maybe its just me trying to replace what is gone, and it doesn’t have to do with what appears to be genuine feelings.
It’s just so confusing.
Having withdrawals. Lacking that person, I think it’s what hurts the most. Not the specific person.
Just having.
Someone.
Behind a barricade.
Locked up like a maiden in a tower.
There is even a dragon that guards it.
It’s soft and little. Squishy. Easily tormented by traitorous toilings of those who can get close. It takes time. An undetermined amount of time. Just wait. You will reach the chalice if you persevere.
Don’t scratch it. I scar easily.
And if I get any more this deep it may fall apart, into tiny shreds of the scraps that make up whats left of my insides.
Be grateful you made it to the prize.
Just choose to use your power wisely. I can’t bear any more misdoings right now. Repairs have only begun.
Soul searching through the night like a bat in space. Unable to find my way around in this place. Every once in awhile I get lucky. Stumbling upon a piece of myself, I tremble with excitement. Quick as I can, I jot it down. Keep it on some crumpled paper, like the rest of me. A collection of paper scraps, blurbs, and nonsense spread out on the floor.
I’m a mess just like it. Strewn all about, in a manner that could be described as organized chaos. That’s just how I live my life I guess.
torrent
The reasoning behind this torrent of treacherous calamity filtering through my chaotic crust covered soul escapes me as I try to fill the void within with something other than a vivacious yearning to replace what I have since lost.
