It's getting harder for me to breath in and out, and other times I forget.
I remember when it was easy.
Now my words are filled with empty air that I cannot seem to breath out.
And nobody can understand what I'm trying to say.
I want to waste away my days alone in a forest with just myself, and drift away into a universal mind space.
Where I can see the whole picture, and not everything is black and white.
People are filled with colors, but the harder I look into you, I end up seeing a blank canvas, and that's how I am, that's how everyone is, we're all just blank canvases.
I hate how this is the way people are now, why did life have to seem like this?
I want to waste away my days alone in a rocky lake, and swim with the fish.
I want to waste away my days alone, under the stars, with my skin against the soft sand.
There's so many places I would like to set myself in, but the problem is I think to hard about leaving, I can't seem to pick up my feet.
Now I'm gasping for air, but nothing's filling my lungs, I remember when it was the easiest things to breath in and out, now days my room is filled with sticky notes, but I forgot to read.
And I don't feel like this is the way humans are supposed to be, something should fill my lungs, thoughts should come to my mind, and I should feel things.
But lately I haven't felt anything... And my lungs grew into flowers, and I still can't breath, cause if I do, those flowers could die.
So here I lie, my skin against the sand, and my body under the stars, living with flowers inside my dying lungs, just hoping that after I leave a garden will replace my once alive self.
I would much rather be a beautiful flower than I human that cannot even remember to breath.
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This was just a sort of ramble/ freestyle... I sort of just wrote what was on the top of my head
All of my poems were written on the spot, but this one is sort of different... Idk I hope you like it, cause I think I like this type of poetry better than what I usually write.
c: buhbai