My experience with the Unknownit's okay
let it in.
let it out.
colors tango in the candlelight.
the age of gravity is over.
everything is liquid.
and reality slips away like you're trying to hold onto a wisp of smoke.
(just breathe deeply)
this cool grass,
this mild breeze,
this open sky.
i've been here before.
this feeling of safety, knowing that you can't hurt me.
and the stars!
i can hear them sing.
it's like a soft whispers and trickling streams and the steady strumming of an acoustic guitar.
they must know they are beautiful.
they give their music freely
without regard for what they will recieve in return.
there's no one else.
and i like it.
i am alone.
so blissfully alone.
i am light
i am the wind.
i am infinite.
dont wake me
the meadow is burning.
the trees are crumbling to dust and the water is drying up and the river is cracking
the flowers are dying and the stars are screaming.
why can i never escape this plac
Days and NightsDays aren't my problem.
I act I can pretend if I have to. In the daylight, I'm a master at hiding my imperfections. As long as I know eyes are watching my every move, I'm constantly looking for ways to seem perfect.
It's the nights.
Something about the air and the sleep deprivation.
The streetlights and the phantom echoes of the sounds of the day.
Something hits me and suddenly I'm ready to collapse from the shame, the fear. It's just me and the computer screen, hazy and unforgiving.
And so I write.
I want to know why we feel.
Why these thoughts have to be so deep.
Sometimes I feel as if I'm the only person living in this plastic superficial dream world. I half want to believe that there has to be something more.
This cant be it.
In the world of my dreams, where tribal maidens dance to enchanted drums, where oceans are made of blue and white paper and clouds drift lazily over endless shifting meadows, in this world where troubled young girls can simply take off flying o