Thud. Thud. Thud.

Something is lurking in the background. A tangible shadow of sorts; one that breathes, one whose heartbeats echo. Thud. Thud. Thud. It's alive. But barely. The thuds are not rhythmical; they are sporadic, leaving you weary and apprehensive of when they will thud again, hoping that they won't, but wanting them to. Confusing you. Thud. …

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Awaken.

The Velvet Sun

Mesmerized by the brilliant skies, they stepped out of their comfort zones to gaze at the horizon that beckoned them so irresistibly. Drenched in spectrums of red, the skyline lured them closer and closer into its enchanting glory, distorting their conviction that it was unreachable; intangible. The sky was now within reach; it became a …

Sweet melancholy

It's that familiar melancholy once again.  It's not good, and it's not bad,  Not happy and not sad;  Just the need  For that bleed  Of my pen. No epiphanies,  No regrets,  No triumphs  And no threats.  Just a distant, fading reminiscence Of shallowed, numbed pain,  Of a struggle once with restraint  And its eternal despair …

A moment of truth

From this distance, I see nothing but distance Between my wants and my attainables.   In this instant, I feel nothing but despair Towards my hopes and the explainable.   In simplicity, lies impossibility, Turning the simple into the unobtainable.   And in complexity, lies the reality That all can be done and all are …

An unmade bed

  An unmade bed And a shambled rug, Old crayon stains on the wall.   One sock lost, One sock left, Coffee spilled on the floor.   Tidy books Arranged on shelves, Stacked so high They're begging to fall,   A broken pencil On an abandoned notebook Next to the dusty exercise ball.   Unread …