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breathe that breath. Breath it for me. hold it in. let it out. the one I always wanted to take, but never could find it. One that would never come again. leaving a void in my chest. the exhaling sigh of relief. The stillness. The numbness. The crushing inner peace that comes with it. Realization. and with it the knowing that its all over. That it happened. And that itll never happen again. the meaning of what it was all worth. The feeling of all the worlds weight baring down on your chest. That moment of inner peace, now to only be remembered. and to be remembered as fleeting. to long for. To make you wish the chaos had never ended and your desire for that breath never realized. The reminder that life is short. For some suffrage is life. to suffer is to be holy. The only way one can feel the true joy of having, and the loss of losing. and in the end. Its all I have and have ever had. The end was written before the beginning. Realized too late. As I live breathing. There will be no salvation. Just a yearning for what was lost, or never was at all.
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Ariel At The Sushi Bar by TmoeGee
by ShawnCoss
life
Sometimes I get this voice in my head saying. "youre destroying yourself." and the only thing I can think is. I know.
This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years.
If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life.
Someplace unfamiliar
with every step.
I move further from this earth.
This being ive become.
clouds once looming over head,
now just a haze someplace below.
That place.
One I never knew and will never know.
Could never know.
With every wish Ive held my breath.
let down.
Im running out, t
urning blue as that very color fades from it.
Those calming words you spoke to me.
That calming voice,
bringing sanity.
as there once was…
again nothing will be.
Prolonging pain.
Inducing change.
a short glimpse at clarity.
The night provides the day.
fire, the beauty of the flame.
And the ashes,
the perfect place,
a clean slate.
Who best to play the fool.
indentations on your skin. slight discoloration. the truth is sinking in, like your nails along his back. the thoughts are breaking in. oh and if I could Id have given everything. just to make it end. the images in my head. I know its real and that enough for me. its just too much you see.
learn from your mistakes.
Im getting old. The more you pay attention to time the more it matters to you. Hindsight is 20/20. maybe it wouldnt have been hind if Id have had my head on right. Though the past it cant be helped like our hearts had surely hoped. the future is a mystery fumbling in the dark with eyes closed. Grasping for the handles on the doors left wide open. Not in hurried disarray but with excitement and discovery. may fear be what I leave behind. Nothing in my pockets and nothing in my way.
