jenim-dibie

Nos·tal·gia (n):A feeling that lingers long after the taste is gone.

I hope my forgiveness reminds you,Of the part you forgot to break in me.

Remembering to live by forgetting all the places where I died.

I don't know where to go from here, So I crawl back inside me,AndTurn the lights off.

The ones who love your dark are the only light you'll ever need.

I write these words to touch you,My love, In places my hands can only dream of.

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

We colour the world,Not with the darkness of our pasts, But with the rainbow of our hope.

2a.m and a ceiling stained with question marks.

You are alone,So alone,You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness,You call it solitude,Different words,Meaning the same pain.

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?

Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.

I keep breaking things, as if to see what's going on inside of me.

I didn't want to sing. I wanted to be music.

I keep running away, As if from something, As if to something. I keep running away, As if from myself, As if to myself.