Tag: lost

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hollowed out and quiet,
the days are just rooms
i walk through
because the doors happen to be open.

there is no gold at the end of the hall,
no sudden light,
just the steady hum of the furnace
and the shadows stretching
at four in the afternoon.

i am a vessel with the plug pulled,
light as a dried leaf,
floating not because i have a destination,
but because the air is moving
and i am still here to be moved.

no mountain to climb,
no breath to catch,
no star to shine.

just the slow, gray peace
of existing
without needing a reason why.

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some days,
the pencil is like a stone-
heavy and unmoving
as the paper remains empty.

my mind wanders,
seeking out the passion
and emotions i tend to embrace,
but they are gone
just like the words scattered
amongst the stars.

i attempt to speak
but my mouth is dry,
craving water like i crave happiness.

all the words i want to say
are stuck in my throat,
waiting for their moment-
choking me instead.

i need my strength,
not to write,
but to be Me again.

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my heart will never beat the same,
stopping where your name used to live.
the air no longer fills my lungs,
it just sits-
thin, uncertain,
like it’s afraid to stay.

the sun still rises,
but it doesn’t warm me completely.
music still plays,
but every note falls off.

the world moves forward,
and i still follow,
half-awake, half-gone,
trying to remember
what it felt like
to be whole.

my time will come
where i can take off the layers
and feel the love
of the life that i deserve.

what if


what if i stop at the terminal
and watch my plane soar,
the return home
put on pause
as i restart

what if i step forward
and the world bends-
new streets, new faces,
the echo of my name
falling from mouths i don’t know

what if i leave behind
every familiar shadow,
every hand that ever held my own
to stand in the silence
of my own making

what if this is it-
the chosen moment
before the world trembles
and everything
becomes something else

what if it’s my time

temptation

the stars don’t glow the way they used to-
their light feels weak,
as if even the sky has grown tired
of pretending.

i watch them,
waiting for a spark to break through,
but they only fade,
distant and pale,
like the hollow parts of me.

the one is still there,
shining brighter than the others,
reminding me of what i seek
but cannot have.

there’s a dirt path
that keeps whispering my name,
its curve pulling me away
from the noise,
from the faces,
from myself.

i know where it leads-
to a place where i can vanish
without protest,
without sound,
like a shadow blending in
when the stars finally go dark.

for once,
maybe i’ll listen to temptation.