why am i so in love with the moon and her stars? i’ll never get to touch them, and that tears me apart.
Vielleicht gefällt dir das
My bed feels more like a coffin these days. Holding this sleepless shell of mine, holding this heavy hollow heart. A body so empty of life, the warmth ripped out of my bones. My veins carry a shade of blue, painted from the sadness; strokes of red against my wrists. I am here, a haunting presence, a shadow of a soul, but I am also gone. A lost memory, a quiet voice faded and forgotten. I haven’t felt alive in awhile, I’ve been hidden in the dark, wandering outside the locked door. Too terrified to knock, too hesitant to ask for help. I watch from the window, who I am has drowned in the sorrows that sink my skin. My reflection might as well be a stranger, a face without a name, a story unheard. What is suppose to be my home might as well be a ghost town, a shelter broken and burning, we abandoned each other long ago.
“My real self wanders elsewhere, far away, wanders on and on invisibly and has nothing to do with my life.”
— Herman Hesse, Siddhartha
(via the-book-diaries)
“It is most significant to be uncomfortable in life because that is the only way for true change to occur.” - my boss
