i don't write much because words fail me...mostly...

[autumnsshadow]

when words fail, there is that tearing at your insides that will sort you out.
barring that, you've nothing to fall into but void. what a soft, safe trip it could be;
barring absence; baring nothing.

drift.

your end is the end.
your worth is sold.
no one will sigh
as you drown.

Comments

[winters_chill]

That's very pretty and sad. I hope it doesn't reflect your mood too much, and if so I hope you're happy again soon.

[autumnsshadow]

thanks. i'm not really sad; just tired.

[autumnsshadow]

could be.

[catalyticdragon]

Sometimes, the tearing at my insides is the only thing that keeps me here.

[autumnsshadow]

i suppose that's true for me sometimes too.

Words strain, crack and sometimes break, under the burden, under the tension...*

[laughing_shadow]

Words are always inadequate.

It is the never-ending internal dynamics of creation and de(con)struction and re-creation that make us thinking feeling humans. To come to a standstill is the void. Life changes too rapidly for completion & for certainty, if we are constant, it will leave us behind (in an abyss).

For all the painlessness it is still drowning in nothing. Surely there is too much light & colour in the world for you to accept void? And if you drowned, I would sigh.

Dear God I feel like a wanker when I write this way : P

* T.S. Eliot.

Re: Words strain, crack and sometimes break, under the burden, under the tension...*

[autumnsshadow]

we're all wankers in here ;)

i liked the sentiment though...

[frantic_writer]

wow. love this.

[autumnsshadow]

=) how're things?

[frantic_writer]

getting better.