Scribbled Thoughts

Drag from oblivion

into pain and exhaustion,

emotion hollowed out

but eyes set to water

from the hurt still lingering

at being a dismissive presence,

and beginning to forget

why you were trying

so hard in the

first place.

Hopes turn barren

as months stay empty,

words are silent,

comfort absent,

too bored of the same result

and no longer

expecting a reaction.

You’re on your own now

in grief,

go quietly into the night

and don’t bother

our new hope,

our real happiness.

Your lazy indifference

flares into anger

that the impossible task

did not complete

what you were too

happy to dismiss,

until it became

your problem.

Perhaps next time

more attention would help,

instead of waiting

for others

to act on your behalf.

Fickle nature

to decide my actions,

motivation or pity

depending on the verdict,

but even that

won’t help

predict my mood

that accompanies

whatever waits

beyond the moment.

Live on

as my legacy

and make my actions

legendary,

remember the honour

of a hero

but forge your

own fate.

I will be watching.

Elder in mischief,

direct my energy

to sprint into growth

so I can follow you

forever

and be this happy

and free

always.

I can be funny,

honest,

and that disguises the truth

that crowds are uncomfortable,

focused eyes make me sweat

and the thought of people listening

keeps me awake,

my stupid words

echoing in my mind

and laughing at the idea

I am actually liked

instead of pitied.

Peace of silence,

closed to the outside world

and sheltered for one day

to hide and bask

in being alone,

before everything

returns to normal

and the moment is lost.

Tiny life

already floating

above water,

bobbing and weaving

at quacked commands

and feeling the admired gazes

of those passing by

between their complications

and desperate struggle

to fuel their dreams.

Admire the fluffy

breathing balls

and continue on.

The heat of pressure

and constant presence

begins to blend

into a bubbling sauna,

cleansing skin

and reviving the mind

once cool air returns.

(Looks like I kept my streak after all, so this is day 376)