The silence between the notes
The space between the seconds
The darkness between the stars
The stillness between one breath and the next
Mostly, in the night when everyone's gone to bed, or in the mornings where a restless mind awakes to find no respite.
Liquid oblivion tastes bitter on the tongue now. Even the good stuff.
So I throw myself into everything else.
I search
For absolution,
Perhaps manifestation of pain.
Perhaps intense self growth and breakthrough.
Fuck emo. Enough whining. Now to get on with life. The world awaits.
2 comments:
Was waiting for this.. wrote u a post.
nice bro. thanks!
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