(via 4-lifes-not-a-paragraph)
I’m so fucking done with all of this. I can’t ever catch a break. Fuck all of this.
I seriously hate my life right now. It’s been sucky cause I didn’t have anything to look forward to. And then I find someone to look forward to and I don’t get it for all the wrong reasons. It’s not because I didn’t earn it. It’s because it’s one of those obstacles life throws at you. And now I have nothing. I feel like I’m trapped and in ruins. Slowly going towards the abyss. Slowly grasping for air as I fall to the bottom….sinking.
I feel so lost….someone please save me.
Emptiness
This is a poem I wrote a long time ago (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/kamikasky/561863/) but it never ceases to apply.
Emptiness
In the darkness of the night,
A strangling force grabs your heart,
It softens, it hurts, it voids.
It takes your breath,
Makes your gasp for air,
For love,
For life.
It surrounds your body,
You feel the pull at your fingertips,
You reach for it,
Strive for it,
Live for it,
But in the end,
It’s not there.
Emptiness.
stress stress stress stress stress stress stress stress stress stress
It’s that time again…. Please someone beautiful come into my life and make me love again.
I miss it. I miss all of it. And never take it for granted.
Walking alone
there are those days, weeks, months I have….
where even If I walk with others… it feels like I walk alone.
Sure, there should be other things to focus on other than my state of company—and while I usually do focus on those… there are times where I find myself wandering between dates and times and hours and minutes and seconds.
That is not living. Life is not a plan that you organize and set and follow by the step. Life is a living creature in itself—always changing and moving, always losing itself in the depths of the earth.
I hope to one day live by not time, but by the moon and the stars, the day and the night, and the love I feel.
But that is a long ways off.
Anonymous asked: Who is Beauty from a Distance about?
This wouldn’t be the right place to say. I wish I could tell someone who understands.
Anonymous asked: you're amazing
that means a lot.
