Resoula

rain hitting the windowsill. the perfect singing voice. my favorite song on 5% volume. a burning vanilla candle. that perfume I smelled at 16. the most expensive incense on display. the starry night sky. a gold bar tipped by pearls. the best hair day I've ever had. a blue raspberry lollipop. melted cheese that stretches and droops. half a glass of wine. a cotton undershirt. my oldest blanket. sweatpants off the radiator after a shower.

Every day I wake up It gets a little bit harder A little bit heavier A little bit longer Every night I go to sleep It gets a little bit nicer A little bit softer A little bit easier Every day I get up It gets a little less necessary A little less desirable A little less pleasurable Every night I lie down It gets a little more scary A little more painful.

Today was fun. Today I put a smile on someone’s face. Today was nice. Today I made someone’s night. Today was productive. Today I got things done. Today was packed. Today I saw the people I love. Today was good. Today I gave back. Today was new. Today I tried to change. Today was trash. Today feels like yesterday. Today was slow. Today I took one step forward and 30 steps back. Today was pointless. Today I caused a ripple where others caused a wave. Today I failed. Today I tried my best. Today I realized Tomorrow never comes.

Isn’t it strange? That you can one of the best, but still be nobody. Isn’t it strange? That you can have everything you want, yet have nothing at all. Isn’t it strange? That you can accomplish so much, and have nothing to show. Isn’t it strange? But isn’t it normal? That life isn’t fair, but we keep on living. Isn’t it normal? That everyone’s struggling, yet everyone’s still fine. Isn’t it normal? That we all grow tired, though we can rest? Isn’t it normal? But then what is it? That at the top of the horizon At the end of the journey When all is said and done Once the

Sometimes we are taken away. No option. No choice. Everything we know Now a thought Broken into fragments of memories. Sometimes we return. Finally back. Finally home. Overcame all odds. Those that took us away. Those that tried to stop us. Sometimes things aren't the same. Empty stores. Empty homes. What we once knew is gone. Replaced. Different. Sometimes things become worse. Friendly faces. Angry faces. Smiles replaced by frowns. Puzzles undone. Pieces out of place. Sometimes we change Curved along new edges No longer fitting the shapes around us. Every board New and old Wants to warp us into place. Sometimes we realize We don't

The power turns on and the radio plays your favorite melody. The world keeps turning as your favorite song stops. A light forces its way up and drives out the darkness. A droning of noise replacing silence. The machine starts up and the line starts moving. It all continues again. A song so captivating you just have to hear it again. “Just one more time.” As you replay your favorite melody. “Stop laying around. It’s time to get moving.” That feeling of void as the rhythm stops. The drudgery buying boredom and silence. Why not just close your eyes and escape into darkness? It’s a funny thought…hiding

That feeling like your lunch turned into butterflies That chatter as if you were freezing in the rain That silence you create for yourself. Grabbing your attention like a siren on blast Feeling like you're teetering on the edge Like the whole world just became too much. That look that doesn't know what kind of world you're living in Thinking everyone else might see what you do Do they see it? That sight like a captivating light That energy that shouldn't be there Eyes that stand out even when yours are shut That feeling like a man attacking a mirror Like noise can create silence I hate it... That feeling...

The ultimate fantasy makes a perfect world Unparalleled imagination Endless creativity The glowing lights bring delight Joyful routine Blissful ignorance Transparent walls fall fast Angry voices Expectations Eyes closed tight A suffocating blanket A spot in the shade The walls come breaking down Fantasy fades to reality There is no escape

This was the beginning A dream of paradise An unbreakable wall Immovable It will be the end A barren wasteland Crumbling foundations Unstoppable It is a struggle A dream reborn Rebuilt anew Repetition Failure Destruction This is the beginning, and it was the end.