I lay on the couch of my room. Alone with my thoughts of you. I see a small desk in the distance
A little turtle is passing by, doing its best, it tries to go down the chair
Maybe I am a little slow in accepting your lack of existence
The pain is too much to bear
I walk in circles around the house. I grab a little food and give it to the cat outside
It keeps coming for more every morning, and I grow attached to it
I may be feeding my fixation over a bride that died putting her ring aside
This obsession is too dangerous to admit
No, I am okay. Thank you for asking. I say to myself in the mirror
It is just that she didn't want to be with me for the time being
I said some things to her and we just needed some time to get things clearer
This denial reflects my heart fleeing
I can't let go of a soul that was never meant for me
The pain of the turtle trying to go down from the desk and crushing its shell after falling and hitting rock bottom
The obsession of the cat with a poisonous food that slowly kills its brain just so it doesn't have to think anymore about a dead sea
The denial of my other me in the mirror that reflects my torn apart soul and my cowardly heart for not accepting the truth of autumn
The night is cold, I gaze at you from the window of my room
I put my chains on
I ran down the stairs in full gloom and doom
And I drown in you before dawn
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Memory Fragments
FantasíaWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
