All that matters

Finding is... losing something else

   
Sometimes,
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken

..........

Will anyone remember us by then? Or will the entire civillisation be gone? A whole planetary system... our architecture.. our arts... our history...

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees,

 just as things grow in fast movies, 

I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Wandering Wondering

What would happen if you did just shut a door and stop speaking?
Hour after hour after hour of no words. 

Would you speak to yourself? Would words just stop being useful? 

Would you lose language altogether? 

Or would words mean more, would they start to mean in every direction, all somersault and assault, like a thuggery of fireworks? 

Would they proliferate, like untended plantlife? 

Would the inside of your head overgrow with every word that has ever come into it, every word that has ever silently taken seed or fallen dormant? 

Would your own silence make other things noisier? 

Would all the things you’d ever forgotten, all layered there inside you, come bouldering up and avalanche you?

~LOST IN THOUGHTS~

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 It’s not the face that makes someone a monster. 

It’s the choices they make with their life.