you might think you made a new world or a new self, but your old self is always gonna be there, just below the surface. and if something happens, it will stick its head out and say hi. (Haruki Murakimi)
DEAR DIARY
There are two voices in my head. They converse frequently and fall in uninvited. I can hear them both, relegating my voice to the deep and taking over my mind. When I close my eye, all I see is darkness. Every day, this body loses life and colour and there's nothing to do. I wonder when these days will end, if they'll ever end. I get my ass to work, to therapy. I encourage myself, but it never seems to be enough. When I try to search my soul, I find it void . My soul wanders when salvation will come. If at all, my pleas, heaven had heard; My tears, enough evidence of a lesson well learnt; My quivering lips, a confirmation of my quest for redemption; My shaky self, a sign of surrender; And my bended knees, a consideration for our agreement.
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