Status: Complete...for now...maybe?
Empty
Tranquility
I can feel every bone, every muscle, every vein in my body
and yet I feel so numb I can hardly move. So I close my eyes and just pause reality for a minute and enter another dimension.
In my own world, I am alone.
I am not society's puppet. The strings have been cut and I have been allowed to turn human.
I have the freedom to write my own lines, my own directions, my own life.
Life.
I have life.
I am living. But I am dead.
I am tired of forming the words to explain how I feel, so I make the empty. I am tired.
Please,
let me live in my empty.
and yet I feel so numb I can hardly move. So I close my eyes and just pause reality for a minute and enter another dimension.
In my own world, I am alone.
I am not society's puppet. The strings have been cut and I have been allowed to turn human.
I have the freedom to write my own lines, my own directions, my own life.
Life.
I have life.
I am living. But I am dead.
I am tired of forming the words to explain how I feel, so I make the empty. I am tired.
Please,
let me live in my empty.
♠ ♠ ♠
The end? I want to write more but I haven't felt more. I mean, I have, but they're incomprehensible at the moment. I want to make this an open thing, if that's possible. Anyone can write a paragraph and if I feel it fits, I'll add it in and credit you. We are a community, right? This could be like a preview of how different people think. So just comment away.