ZeroSanctumVoid

we have these expressions between us that create illusions of understanding

wake the sleeping and tell them it is time to go

languid under sheer fabric and shadow

there’s peace in laying old stories to rest to make room for new stories to be written

Her heart is an old waltz, played on broken strings for ghosts who do not dance.

night has turned to morning, and your series of existential challenges will continue after breakfast

leave it be and let it go

He became an open book telling the same story to anyone who’d listen, I became a shuttered haunted library of a thousand untold stories.

so detached my atoms are nervous

striving for the life you’ve already lived in your mind

go forward in time and come back with a prophecy

dissociation of sensibility: a widening rift between thought and emotion, intellect and sensation

I’m not dramatic. I just react with the intensity of a Shakespearean widow at all times.

Not right now. I’m moving with intention.

keep moving and you will find your way

a beacon to guide your spirit has been lit

inevitability is the gravity that pulls you towards an outcome

When I can see the stars so bright it reminds me of the unlimited feeling of my spirit.

You shine brighter than you realize