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 taunting joke [...]
Tags: lonely life
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dissmiss & distress.
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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 its typical role.
I’m a writer. A painter. A [...] -
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 her on a [...] -
withers & defiance.
She sits down and without a moments end the tears of utter frustration bewilder her young skin.
Foolhardiness makes its home, the absence of desire.
Well known fact it is, that something is there, eating away at her soul.
The fake facade of smiles and happiness is getting old and worn out, harder and harder to hide the sheer dissatisfaction.
Watching the [...] -
moon walk.
Funky dancing to “Billie Jean” by Michael Jackson, she sings like nobody is watching.
Sliding dirty socks across the wood floors, she moonwalks her way to the espresso machine.
This is epic.
Throwing a piece of ham on a hot slice of toast, she rock stars her way to the couch.
Dust arises as she strategically dances taking the coffee cup [...]
