lassitude.My soul is tied down by an anchor that slowly drowns me in a sea of bitter ignorance.lassitude. by dazzledust
I’ve stopped wearing my heart on my sleeve because the last time I did, someone ripped it right off and trampled on it like vicious herd of hyenas. And so, it fell to the ground like the petals of a flower, feeble and forgotten. So I sterilized my walls and I sterilized my heart, rearranging my cells to become a confluent army against the unwanted barrage of emotions that would swell inside me until they overflowed, snapping my bones and splintering my soul.
My heart is blemished, a bleak graveyard of friendships lost, a thick tar running through my veins that haunts me in the form of blackened nightmares where my hands are claws that I turn upon myself, to try to rid myself of the noxious poison of unreciprocated love. For so long, my insecurities were continents etched upon the wide expanse of my skin for everyone to witness, until they took the synapses in my brain hostage and rendered
Words to fill a page.From your fingertips spring forth an ocean of melodies filled with bedtime stories and fields of gold.Words to fill a page. by dazzledust
You crashed into my heart on a stormy summer night; the only one who could keep me from sinking in the dark depths of disillusion. You untied the knots of confusion and abandonment that kept me from spreading my wings. You unwrapped the thorns viciously wound around my tired veins, robbing me of my life force.
Before you, I was homeless, a stray dog wandering through deserted streets in search of a place my heart could call home. Before you I was an unwritten book, untitled, with empty pages idly flipping by like blank, lifeless stares glaring back at me with no story to tell.
But now I no longer drown in a sea of thoughts, I fly across the velvet sky with a soul deep within bathed in light.
a state of physical or mental weariness; lack of energy.
I'm just tired of everyone and everything lately. I want to go far away from this place and start anew where no one knows me.
|Marianne. Dominican. I burst forth fully-formed from my father’s forehead. Directionally challenged. Coffee addict. Food aficionado. Just another paper-cut survivor.|