motionless she lay, what surrounds her distorts and twists as time is lost. Somehow, she is both unaware of all that is changing before her, and yet, feels it consume her, as though she herself makes up the earth beneath and the air that surrounds.

...and realise the whole time it all meant nothing. Even so, you chose to make it feel like it does. Chose to be here and feel the moment. Not for what it is but what you will it to be.

penis

It was easy to judge others for making "evil" choices. It felt liberating; moral superiority, that righteousness, wanting to be good, and believing that you were. You forget how easy it is for that something inside you to snap. Now taking actions that destroy myself and those around me. I still feel that same contempt, once fueled by judgement, justified by passion for the greater good. However, now I have dropped the illusion that I was any better nor that their is a need for harmony at all. Now directing the contempt towards all that is before me, including that of which I would have fought to protect in the past. Let good things die, good people fall, watch it crumble, not bothering to raise a finger and remaining apethetic throughout it all.

5

what are they searching for, never bothered to look, unsure yet it feels as though ive already found it

theres just more to it than this but i cant see it just try to I can feel it try to reach out

Visions of your touch when Im close to you, so vivd. it's tangible. Your breath meets mine. The air that seperates us is so thin that I can almost feel you on my skin. Lingering too long, testing the fragility of everything I have left.

who are you to dictate right from wrong, to raise your hand in the name of self preservation. So foolish of you to think your own best interest matters at all. For what truely matters when there is no meaning to any of this.