All the memories of everything you've ever smelled.
I'm infinitely alone and I've never realized it. It takes one thing to rip your world apart. One terrible black hearted being. I'm hiding in a closet. There is no comfort in what I'm saying, as there always once was. Whoever is in charge of this universe wants me to hurt so badly. They provide me these black hearts so that I can never move past this, there is a reason I have been given this life. If reincarnation is real this is why. There is a reason I have met this black heart that wants to crush my soul. What I've done to receive this I have no idea but I embrace the pain its more than I've felt in a long time. The only thing I've felt in years that is real.
My loneliness is the feeling of laying on the beach at night. Your legs are Indian style and you lay on your back. You see infinity any way you look. Sand, ocean, stars. It goes on forever. You cannot fathom the end, and in this dark place you feel empty, alone, sadness. You feel forever. More of forever than you've ever known in the fleeting, silly moments that are defined by happiness. No ray of sun penetrates your solidarity on this beach.
I've forgotten feeling I've forgotten me being so wrapped up in trying to live. I've tucked myself away in the smallest place so I don't feel lost. I've tucked myself away in a memory of how alive I felt compared to how empty I feel now. How can single nights make you ride so far on a feeling that's flimsy at best. How do I get here every time?
My loneliness is the feeling of laying on the beach at night. Your legs are Indian style and you lay on your back. You see infinity any way you look. Sand, ocean, stars. It goes on forever. You cannot fathom the end, and in this dark place you feel empty, alone, sadness. You feel forever. More of forever than you've ever known in the fleeting, silly moments that are defined by happiness. No ray of sun penetrates your solidarity on this beach.
I've forgotten feeling I've forgotten me being so wrapped up in trying to live. I've tucked myself away in the smallest place so I don't feel lost. I've tucked myself away in a memory of how alive I felt compared to how empty I feel now. How can single nights make you ride so far on a feeling that's flimsy at best. How do I get here every time?