sábado, 23 de fevereiro de 2013

6 word letter #16

                “No left words”: her suicide note.


            Those fragile bones couldn’t handle the burden she was:
             so she broke,
            from inside

terça-feira, 19 de fevereiro de 2013


                The darkness I've lived in for so long,
                became a part of myself,
                and I must say:
                I appreciate It,
                more than anyone.

One of all

                Regardless all the mistakes I've made,
                 I see myself as one.


                I feel invisible, untouchable. I feel like nothing could do any harm on me but myself. Have you ever felt this way? Have you ever felt like you weren’t here, only your body, staring at nothing at all, like something caught your attention, but there’s only a white wall in front of you?
                I feel like a blank canvas, impermeable. Wrapped around a rough translucent paper, and no one could take it off of me.
                I feel like nothing. Have you ever felt like that? I don’t know what nothing is for real, but I also don’t know how I can feel it so strongly like I could explain it for hours. But I can’t because I don’t know what it is. There are so many words inside my head, messing my mind around that I don’t feel able to put it off and let it clear to understand, even for myself.

sábado, 16 de fevereiro de 2013

(Repeat) With me

                My OCD makes me repeat how much I love you. I do. I do. I do. I feel you, and I won't leave you.
                I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. I said it twenty-two times in five seconds. Any doubts yet?
                I never changed my mind, and I never tried to fake it. I love you, I love you, I love you. You can take some time to make it, but I’ve already made up my mind. How can I tell you without these three words? I need you. I do. I do. I do. I want you.
                Here, here, with me.

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