pixelated-antihero

the stillness of the morning, as rays pass through these windows, they fill up this hallowed shelter of mine; as my hands wrap around a warm mug, a confusing pain sears itself on my skin. I keep thinking to myself, "are you waiting?"

stuck in parallel with one’s own demise; he rushes forward, never looking back in sight, but he did in thought.

do you think of me at night? does your heart still recognize me? is it holding on? or did it let go? where does it hurt? are you genuinely okay? are you feeling better compared to yesterday? do you still love me? did you ever? am I dreaming already? all of these I ask myself still; in slumber, my daughter’s love once again takes me away with hers. relax. it will get better.

not realizing your worth; closure seems like a dream.

as the cold, quick drops of rain fall on my face, they graze my skin as they warm up before they hit the ground; thoughts emerge, feelings are unkept. tears are unhindered, longings slowly swept.

I think actual pain ends when it finally realizes its purpose.

the world waits for no one. it’ll keep moving, and so should you.