"Maybe things don't happen for a reason.
Maybe we are just gasping for ways to make sense of the chaos around us.
Maybe we are just giving meaning to things that have no meaning ?
Maybe we are clinging to hope so hard that we forget about reality...
Mr. Sandman bring me a dream. I'm so alone. Don't have nobody to call my own. So please turn on your magic beans. Please bring me a dream.. Mr. Sandman tell me, my lonely nights are over.....
Give him the world, that I'm not rover and tell him that the burden doesn't live any longer.
Yet another dark place. Here I stand lonely and mostly sad. But I'm glad to be in this dark place. Here in this dark space, my mind is running fast, past from thinking to erase myself. Me, a being in this world, mostly a shadow in a realm. I seek peace, but can never find it. If I scream or run I cannot fight this emotion inside of me which is slowly destroying every piece of existence in me. I walk alone in this darkness. Its consuming me. Slowly hope and humanity are fading away.
"Casper... can I ask y-y-you s-something?". He slowly stands up with curiosity beaming through his dark eyes, giving me the sign to speak. "Why do...nice people choose the wrong...people to l-love?". "We accept the love we think we deserve", he sighs. "Can we make them known, they des-s-serve more ?", clinging to all the remaining hope left in me. "We can try", he simply answers. Casper is my best friend since the accident happened to me. We were always together, even if I don't see him sometimes, I can feel his existence right next to me. He is always there for me. We stick together in good and in bad times. He is like a part of me. I cannot imagine my life without him.
Its now the second day we abscond from the mansion, we were trapped in.
Putting my blue hands, due the fact that it's Winter now, in my thin coat pockets, I realised walking along the empty streets that we are shadows... figments... temporal. You think that we are the present? The Now or even the future? Reality is different. Actually we are nothing more then the memories of tomorrow. And no more than a moth accidentally imprinted on a page.
As we walk further and further into the darkness. Without even to realise I was slowly fading away from reality
Everything seems black and white like those old movie reels....
This road seems endless...
These lights seem everlasting..
My emotions are restless...
The same songs keep repeating... another rainy night i sigh.
Its hard to tell wrong from right. I always seem to lose sight, of the things that matter.
Social oppression keeps me at the bottom of the ladder.
My smile is bright but my thoughts are getting darker. My steps are light but the burdens are getting heavier. I can't describe what I feel. I have no destination. I'm trapped within my own imagination.
I didn't know how long I was walking until I found this beautiful lake.
Should I sink or swim? Or should I simply disappear. My thoughts are anchors, so why not
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