Surai
born on a sinking ship
- Mar 26, 2024
- 351
I destroy everything i take.
not because I was caught taking it.
but because i am a good person and I would never want what I was taking from to feel bad
I hope there was an easier way to get out, to escape this prison torture of a life. If only we could float up into the atmosphere. And suphocate on our dreams.
"Youre not dead but youre dead"
Like we werent even supposed to be here. Im sure many of you feel the same and Im not the only one and I know Im not the only one. It passes us like gusts of wind against the sides of our heads. If only we could leave easier. "Im not scared of death, Im just scared of dying" Im sure will ring true. There is a certain peace in nothing you cant replicate.
Where the body seems to suspend in a space that is darker than voids. Where you feel almost detached, like a mere string connects. teetering the line between life and death. suspended in thought. The moment you thought you got up, But you were still laying. There is a certain restlessness in nothing. where no sound can make it through to you, and often it feels like the responses are fainter than air. How long can you keep going like this until you need to rest. How long can we keep going like this. Its always back and forth. Always... A balancing act. Until we fall. Im gone. IIIIIMMM GOOOONNNEEE. And now we rest. And now we rest. Everything that we thought we were. When each one of us grew up realising we cant do what is impossible. And possible isnt enough. And Im sure we tried to ignore it. But nature doesnt like to ignore it. Pushing us to do things we never thought we would want to do. And weve been pushing all day.
not because I was caught taking it.
but because i am a good person and I would never want what I was taking from to feel bad
I hope there was an easier way to get out, to escape this prison torture of a life. If only we could float up into the atmosphere. And suphocate on our dreams.
"Youre not dead but youre dead"
Like we werent even supposed to be here. Im sure many of you feel the same and Im not the only one and I know Im not the only one. It passes us like gusts of wind against the sides of our heads. If only we could leave easier. "Im not scared of death, Im just scared of dying" Im sure will ring true. There is a certain peace in nothing you cant replicate.
Where the body seems to suspend in a space that is darker than voids. Where you feel almost detached, like a mere string connects. teetering the line between life and death. suspended in thought. The moment you thought you got up, But you were still laying. There is a certain restlessness in nothing. where no sound can make it through to you, and often it feels like the responses are fainter than air. How long can you keep going like this until you need to rest. How long can we keep going like this. Its always back and forth. Always... A balancing act. Until we fall. Im gone. IIIIIMMM GOOOONNNEEE. And now we rest. And now we rest. Everything that we thought we were. When each one of us grew up realising we cant do what is impossible. And possible isnt enough. And Im sure we tried to ignore it. But nature doesnt like to ignore it. Pushing us to do things we never thought we would want to do. And weve been pushing all day.
