
Surai
There's nothing left
- Mar 26, 2024
- 292
You write and write all of these words that no one reads. I know you are suffering. of all these people, the worst come out to bite you in the back, and take a piece of you with them. You wish it were different. If only nature swayed a branch the other way. To carry its leaf across. If only we could float away. That way we could just follow the wind. There is nothing. There is nothing left of ourselves or of anyone. all around us. And if only, and if only we ould have hid better, we wouldnt be found. And it hasnt found out. Everything. And it still feels like nothing. That is left to hide. And in losing myself I found everything to convince me, That this where I want to go. far away from this place. They said you would focus on everything and nothing at the same time. carrying a weight they said were multiple times the weight of your body. followed by the rythmatic strums of chords played. this must be it. So be it. I widh we were free. But what good is a wish. When all i want it to be real. And true. If only we could. If only we could. If only the world collapsed in on itself. If only we stood up and flew into the air. All draped. Shadow. White cloths. Flown into ourselves and now we need to rest. And now we need to rest. From all of this. From all of this.