Sam Scribbles 🍉 via @like
I'm scared, I'm frightened.
What if one day it stopped?
Would my hand stop moving to the rhythm of my mind?
The panic of becoming hallow, of turning to a shallow soul once more.
Unbearable.
I am fearful, of the thought of a frozen ink and ruined papers, of a numb brain and dead fingers.
I don't want that to happen...
It's horrifying.
#rant
#oof
What if one day it stopped?
Would my hand stop moving to the rhythm of my mind?
The panic of becoming hallow, of turning to a shallow soul once more.
Unbearable.
I am fearful, of the thought of a frozen ink and ruined papers, of a numb brain and dead fingers.
I don't want that to happen...
It's horrifying.
#rant
#oof
It's when you ignore my words and treat me like a naive child that I know I don't matter.
#rant
#unimportant
#rant
#unimportant
Because the nights are awfully silent, if they don't borrow the voices in my head. The moon, the sunlight, the tears, the autumn leafs, they are all awfully silent.
Because every time I try to close my eyes, stars break, red seeps, kingdoms arise and empires fall.
Because at the edge of my lips galaxies collide, mirrors shatter and seasons fall leaving me with a silent doll face, or a broken mask.
Because there are ghosts in my ears singing in harmony with the noises in my head. They promise me a shadow to pat my back, though it never comes.
Because I sleep on a bed of white and drink the fear pills, and for the life of me I don't understand how my body hasn't exploded yet.
#rant
Because every time I try to close my eyes, stars break, red seeps, kingdoms arise and empires fall.
Because at the edge of my lips galaxies collide, mirrors shatter and seasons fall leaving me with a silent doll face, or a broken mask.
Because there are ghosts in my ears singing in harmony with the noises in my head. They promise me a shadow to pat my back, though it never comes.
Because I sleep on a bed of white and drink the fear pills, and for the life of me I don't understand how my body hasn't exploded yet.
#rant
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Forwarded from Sam Scribbles 🍉
Because the nights are awfully silent, if they don't borrow the voices in my head. The moon, the sunlight, the tears, the autumn leafs, they are all awfully silent.
Because every time I try to close my eyes, stars break, red seeps, kingdoms arise and empires fall.
Because at the edge of my lips galaxies collide, mirrors shatter and seasons fall leaving me with a silent doll face, or a broken mask.
Because there are ghosts in my ears singing in harmony with the noises in my head. They promise me a shadow to pat my back, though it never comes.
Because I sleep on a bed of white and drink the fear pills, and for the life of me I don't understand how my body hasn't exploded yet.
#rant
Because every time I try to close my eyes, stars break, red seeps, kingdoms arise and empires fall.
Because at the edge of my lips galaxies collide, mirrors shatter and seasons fall leaving me with a silent doll face, or a broken mask.
Because there are ghosts in my ears singing in harmony with the noises in my head. They promise me a shadow to pat my back, though it never comes.
Because I sleep on a bed of white and drink the fear pills, and for the life of me I don't understand how my body hasn't exploded yet.
#rant
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