I don't want to panic about all these small things anymore
I’m just always scared that everything will only keep getting worse. Scared that it’s and endless downward spiral leading to a lonely ending. All these small things keep reminding me of the fact that there’s nothing I have control over. A part of me still wants to control everything even though I know that’s impossible.
Check out these swords I found.
It's always risky killing off a character but if you have to, you must have them HAUNT the narrative. Let their death and absence be constantly felt at some level.
Someone said, “The reason you isolate when you’re struggling is because you were left alone as a child to deal with your emotions” and I felt that.
There’s power in telling yourself ”no we don’t do that anymore” in response to self destructive urges.
A cemetery of thoughts, dreams and emotions and i'm still digging....
— it’s like there’s a door in my mind. and behind it is, is the entire ocean. — and what will happen if you open the door? — i’ll drown.
Gennady Aygi, from The Sunday Poem; “Silence” (translated by Sarah Valentine)
Text ID: to grow accustomed to silence / like the beating of one’s heart
Fear No Evil by SuperPhazed
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[ a novice writter, stitching my own quilt of creativity ] enjoyer of prose writing, poetic and emotional art-trying my best to express my mind in a healthy way-
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