I will forever be enthralled by the sweet embrace of death, never more so as I am mesmerized by the kiss of life, and all the warmth it bestows
T.M
I will forever be enthralled by the sweet embrace of death, never more so as I am mesmerized by the kiss of life, and all the warmth it bestows
T.M
Once again here I stand, tired and hopeless and so damn sad. How many more times will it come to this? How many times must I pay for the mistakes others have made? How long will I have to continue, to carry on with this unbearable weight that is crushing my soul, my very light? These questions continue to float in my mind heavy in its presence, potent in its poison. How many times must I simply endure? I ache for rest, for peace. To escape the torment even if it means oblivion. How many times must I fall to my knees and pray to a god I know is not there? How much longer will this be my fate?
T.M
I haven’t found you yet,
But even now my heart sighs in contentment,
Knowing that one day,
Our souls will collide,
And at last,
I will no longer see this world in blurry hues of grey
T.M
The greatest loss in life is softness,
The callouses that cover the craters left in our hearts,
We were made to heal,
Not harden
T.M
People always talk about the path to recovery. How it’s a difficult road full of “ups and downs”. That recovery and healing is not linear… That it takes time.
I often find myself wondering just how much longer will I have to travel this treacherous path?
This path of loneliness and longing, of heartache, and of halfway healing. On this path I am continuously conflicted. I feel like a fraud when I can breathe “normally”, when every breath seems like a new opportunity to love and to live. It feels as though, in these moments I am another, I am cured.
These moments are without doubt, the worse part. The fall from this height is agony.
I know in my head that life cannot be as simple as a life altering moment where I am miraculously healed. Unfortunately, my heart can’t quite get the message.
I’ve lost count of how many moments I’ve felt like this. I know that it feels as if it’s been enough to last a lifetime, and a day.
T.M
The human heart continues to amaze me,
For how many times it breaks but still beats
T.M
I am frozen by my own inability to move, for fear of moving in the wrong direction. When in reality I often forget that ‘wrong’ and ‘right’ are of my own making. I bring meaning to these judgements, these judgements do not bring meaning to me.
T.M