emilalves

here we are again. spilling.
im an expresser. i cant have pain without telling the whole world about it.
small glass, lots of water.

LOAAAADSSSSSSS!! !

WOOOOHOOO!

 

..

sorry.

i just wanna scream! WOAAAHAAAA°
but what good is it gonna do? screaming.. tsss.
it feels like my soul wants to escape the prison in my head.
a prison i have created.
whats screaming gonna do then?.. no.
not 1 thing. so what do you do? - you wait.. and you wait. in a room without doors, a burning building without escape doors. waching yourself burn..

silly in it?

-yes.

 

it can drive me round the binnn sometimes you know..

 

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ever felt that? like a gravity is working against you in some way, things heavyer than they should be.
yet you feel so light and non important, like a feather made of led in a huge dark room.. alone in space yet crowded with somethings eating you from the inside. thats madness,

the Mad Dog

yeeh.
thats the one.

cant sleep, cold feet. 

 

My brain is against me. i have dark Dreams as well. With little color, like a rainy day. they feel like weekends to me. 

But

- i never chase.

i remain closed like a book. 

 

what is chaseing? It's not some sin.

no.

 

I give.

i give.

to a Wall, but i think to My self perhaps its one with a door.

 

im searching for a light in The dark,

but i am blind.

 

 

 

autum, spring.
winter snow.

winter cold.

the winter dark.

the summer dark.


sky, the dark.

night in the dark

painful night begun
painful night we become.

 

dragen under.
look and wonder.

 

darkness




yes. we do
we do.