i need space. i need space in this big vastness of space that we're in. the entire universe and i feel like we're too close together. just sitting in this room. its too close. feet aren't enough. i need miles, countries, lightyears. i cant get enough space. space. spay aced. i miss when i felt like there was too much room. that i couldn't get close enough. to anywhere to anyone. and now all i want is space. emptiness. i crave that feeling of simplicity. but im happy where im at. im content. and confused i dont know what i want. i think i know i want to be wanted but dont want to be needed. around. and what if i get what i think i want? im never prepared for that the uncertainty and sinking feeling of terror when i get everything i want. what do i do then, once all my fantasies have been fullfilled? i'll have nothing left. i have nothing left. and everything. its just like a fly to ruin a nice glass of water. when you weren't thirsty anyway.

Im emptying out my head, to try to find that pure emptiness. The purest of happiness and happy words to be said and be heard. I'm trying to get it all out, all the gunk and the junk thats just cluttered inside. Spring cleaning. Me cleaning. For the new season. A new chapter in my life. With healthy thoughts and healthy living. But i know that I can't help it. All things come at a thought, with baggage and dust. And again my things will begin to collect. At the front of my brain pulling me foreward into this new demension of reality. Adulthood. Where I can't see straight, but my thoughts all feel clear. Shiny and new. Glistening. And I can touch them, and feel them. And finally have the time and the energy to find all those words that backed up. Down my throat. Preventing any easy breath. Any any breath. Now they're all pouring out and I'm seeing them now. How I've grown, my undeniable change. But I'm still me. More me than me ever was. And I'm grateful. For this small bit of sanity that I've bit off of reality.

I am DEAD

I hear sirens going off in my head. A lot of deep hitting sirens.
I cant focus, I cant focus.
Im trying so hard to open my eyes PLEASEOPENMYEYES
but i cant
they're to heavy
and it hurts to talk about.
and the words hurt to say.
and no one hears them when they come out the wrong or the right way
and im dead
im dead
inside and out
decaying from the inside rotting on the out.
but im still here for everyone to watch, and gape and and worry about.
is if it helped
NOTHING FUCKING HELPS
QUIT TRYING TO HELP
I DONT EVEN HAVE A SENSE OF MY HEAD ANYMORE
TO WRITE
SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH ME
AND NO ONE WILL HELP
im trying to get help
im tried to get help
but no one would help
or could help
or should help
because this can be caught
its a sickness
its a disease
its leaving me broken and distraught
and ridden with lots of unanswered questions.


im thrust into a pit of despair where my body aches to feel the normal feelings of love again. of affection again.

but instead my emptiness surrounds me and devours me
and i dont even know myself enough to drag myself out.

because im not who i thought i was
i was never who i thought i was.

if this keeps going i want to die. i want to die because theres nothing worth living for
and im just taking up space for something else to be alive
to think
to love
to write.

god i cant even write anymore.

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I cannot write what my brain doesn't want. I cannot speak words my ears dont care to hear. And its in these moments I find it hard to breathe again. I never know when it's going to hit, or how hard, but it always does. And I feel strangled, and threatened. My words sound weak and wounded, and it's almost as if they've been waring away sitting in my bowls, as the stomach acid rolls and devoirs them whole.
And I feel lost, so so so so lost. I can't find my feet or my toes or my nose or my eyes. Its almost like a part of me went missing, and I don't know where it can be found.
And I keep being told that I'm young.
And I keep being told that I can stay stay alive.
But I don't feel alive. I don't feel like I'm living.
I just feel broken, with my tires sliding against the mud, and my feet slipping out from under me.
And I know that I'm falling, I can feel the wind shoving my hair down my throat. But I'll pass out before I die, never knowing what I missed, or what I wished I'd heard.
Because all those words that were stuck in my bowels, are now splattered on the pavement as a view, and image, for someone to glimpse upon, admire, and discard. Like the lowly serpent I am. Sliding deeper and deeper into this free fall plunge to whatever ends.
But like the sun warms my feet, there you'll go again. The unspecific you. The you you never knew you were, and I've never known. And you'll make my heart burn wild with love. With affection. With guilt. Because I never gave you the means or the words to feel the same burn. And I did it on purpose so I wouldn't have to see, or to learn or to hear that I was what was the worth of fighting this whole time. Of being and existing.
Those words that I kept in my bowels, that I never cared to hear. Broken and dispondent but still ringing ringing ringing ringing ringing in my ears.
They cannot hear, or see, or feel. They just know that you're there, wishing you were here, and keeping you as far away with those pleas of affection as I can muster. Because all those feelings, are lost within me, and to me. Never to be found. Never to be found.

Sure

There is such a thing as a sure thing. A thing your head or your heart can feel, and predict, and even guarantee.
Like the promise of hearing a song you've already heard a million times, and you know you'll only live to hear it one million more.
But the thing about a sure things, when another party is involved, with thoughts and feelings and wants, that thing that started out being so sure, suddenly becomes a maybe, perhaps, and ending with an I don't know.
I'd know a sure thing if I had one. Atleast my head knows that, it can tell what and whom I'm capable of having and harming.
But my heart, in an attempt to salvage itself and whatever pitiful peices remain, tells my head that every single one of those sure thoughts that I hold to be true, could not be. Ringing in doubts and questions making something that I was almost positive was true, into something thats only the sad shadow of what the truth could have been.
And I embarass myself, questioning these sure things. Because as soon as I'm no longer sure about the sureidness with which i had had, it seems that everyone can feel it, and breathe off of it. And find a way to independently function off of all the energy of my doubts.
And I'll catch myself in a free-spin fall back to earth, where gravity has surely done its duty to throw me into the grown with serious force.
And I wake up from the force of a sure thing, wondering what part of me I left up in the air and what part I took back with me, and was a sure thing really worth the risk at all?

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My eyes are heavy and I can feel them falling. F-f-f-falling.
Closed while they're open. Wide and shut.
I can't see. I am blind.
And I was trying to sleep. I was trying so hard, but then I thought about those things I try to think about less. I let my heart beat in heated guilt while I thought of those things I'd thought I'd left behind. And for an instant, I forgot why.
Then he came flooding in, his light brightening my life.
My skin is not warm, and my cheeks are not hot. My heart is not pounding and my blood has not boiled.
I feel the calm of a storm.
I feel the calm easing the sorrows of my past, and promises of tomorrow.
I don't feel the need to worry.
I don't feel the need to feel.
Because this calm is better than anything I've ever felt.

passive - passive

I don't do too much talking these days. These days, these days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do. - Nico

I'm sick of being so cheesy and hopeless, for I'm not hopeless or cheesy. I like to melt and to collide with other intelligent beings. I'd like to shine and falter in anothers presence and feel nervous when they look my direction. I'd like to feel warm in my heart at the thought of me warming theirs, but I'm always afraid these feelings will fade. And because I'm afraid I'll wander away until I'm trapt in a forest surrounded by thoughts that I don't even recognize as my own, and I'm lost. But there he goes shining at the pit of my heart, leading my feet back to his smile. And I'm not sure if it's forever, and I'm not sure that I'd want it to be, but I know it's for now. And I know that for right now, I want it to be whatever it is. Because when he's shining on me, there's no where else my heart wants to be.