Lost Love Lust

Tags: lonely life

• hidden passages.

  There’s a dim light in the surrounding. As in all ends, I find myself accompanied by the soul and mind. Their voices are the notes to my paper and the lyrics to my song. In an ironic sort of manner, the die hard romantic sits quietly alone. The one always looking in the depths, wondering [...]

• dissmiss & distress.

  The apartment seemed to have collected a decent organization, a couch, some pillows, it was time to go for a stroll. Nobody ever seemed to be outside, but Lost continued to hope that perhaps at the pool there would be a sign of civilization. The generic look of all the other buildings seemed like a [...]

• return policy.

  Under the warm water I find my silence. No thoughts or repercussions, Just the quiet, yet lively sound of my heart beating, and my lungs breathing. My writing is nothing. My art? Impressive only to the masses that approve at quick glance. My soul? Disapproving and profusely rebellious. Hidden. Shown at rare occasions where vulenerability doesn’t play [...]

• breathing & remembering.

  A walk among the young, the hallways seem to flicker signs of the future and past. The petite couple of birds sing a tune of hurry to the room of redemption, before these years pass, and this skin wilts. Looking into the eyes of a friend, the sudden dawning of pointless direction alludes her. The mind takes [...]