Seemed so ironic that the words spoken were "You still know me." Because all I could consider was the opposite.
The easiest & hardest thing I do
The first and only thought that comes to mind when I put pen to paper.
Layers of sadness I am inspired to explore
Untouched, undiscovered territory.
A light that burnt out, but you still see it for a split second. stinging
After the storm has passed,
Turning over stones to find secrets in the creases.
Without letting go because the twisted corners of my mind like it there.
A getaway from happiness.
It left me, passion.. That I can only visit when I’m lonely.
The blurred spot in the distance,
Squint carefully to see it.
Unable to quite make out what it is.
But it’s there.
A figure
I can compare it to the outskirts of town,
on the other side of the hill..
Easily looked over by the sun
Left again in the darkness,
Maybe tomorrow.