He is my total eclipse. He darkens my world a little bit more casting a shadow over my fiery heart. I become hollow and empty underneath the magnificence of his ominous glow. Even though I may go blind, I just can’t stop staring.
Perhaps the saddest, sadness in the world isn’t being sad. Perhaps the saddest feeling in the world is the quiet lonely room in one’s heart, that is no longer surprised by the sadistic evils that pervert the purest things in this world like love. The saddest sadness is not in the feeling, it is in the accepting. Accepting that you can see the good in people who do things that make your nightmares seem insignificant in comparison. It is in accepting the fact that you cannot love people into changing into a better person. The saddest sadness is knowing that everyone can love and be loved in return, but many will choose to cling to the hate anyway.
Life does not seek to devour us. Life seeks to be lived, no matter what mountain there is to climb, no matter what knives stab us, no matter what humans hurt us. What is sad is also triumphant when we make the decision to move forward slaying our demons, but also loving our neighbors without reason.
One of them was a comfort zone, a home I could rely on, keeping me stuck to the ground while my mind floated away. But my goodness the other one was an adventure. With him I saw it all from the tops of the highest mountains. I didn’t want to grow within him, as him, I wanted to grow because of him. Flowers never bloom without the rays of the sun, and with him I dared to step outside of all I’ve ever known.
Echoes of his voice rang in her mind
Perhaps he didn’t belong to this world
He was full and conflicted with the energy of the stars while everyone else was sorely empty
His sublime mind calmed the winds of her storm
But his heart absorbed too much like a sponge that swallowed the sea
People always equate helplessness to drowning
Not in a puddle or a pool
But in a universe of salty water
Waves ravenously swallow you whole as though you were never there at all
It’s the undertow of life we get stuck in
Drowning endlessly as the sun shimmers off of the blue water
The world continues to breath and rotate in the way it always has
Fire cannot accurately explain the way it feels to be okay with fading away
Maybe I am the ocean
And life is me
You were all my merry-go-round; different animals stuck to the ground taking me for a ride that ultimately always left me in the same place. I am nowhere now, dizzy and confused. For some reason I can’t help but decide to get back on and take another ride. It’s like my life isn’t full and my heart is not complete until I’m stabbed one more time with the certainty of a most unpleasant goodbye. Take me around and around where my feet won’t touch the ground.
There is a girl who prefers to be invisible
She is perplexed by the pain of breaking over and over again
The liquid poured out of her cracks in rivers that flooded her room
An empty space in her mind that time couldn’t measure and fake love could never fill
Outside was too overwhelming
Every person she met was a black hole
They weaved their masks with all the same smiles adorned across their scarecrow mouths
She is an invisible observer
Such a broken individual who toils all day long to try and squeeze out of this translucent body that is but a mere carrying case for her fragile heart
Through her ocean eyes of depth I saw the fire
As the whole world burns hoping to be seen, she prefers to be invisible
Shrinking further back into herself before they strip all the clothes from her back and take all the love they lack
How could they ruin her if they can’t see her?
There’s a girl who prefers to be invisible
She hides in the shadows, and gets lost in the crowds
She is afraid that someday someone might actually see her and pull her closer to the warmth of the living sun
What will she do when all she’s hidden explodes into sparks that make firework explosions in the night sky?
There’s a girl that prefers to be invisible,
But because of him she steps into the light.