Nine (edited) thoughts I found on my phone
One
The floor is like quick sand
I try my best to navigate this wasteland
You push him
then pull his chest close to you
I don’t know if it’s my right to intervene
(but seeing that has ruined my night)
I sip my finished drink
only tasting ice.
Two
How are they so powerful and satisfying
Source to greatness
Eyes close, off I go
Into the land of nothingness
Where everything is possible
…
I wake oh so satisfied.
Three
Is death always a bad thing?
This attachment that I have makes me
long for something that I cannot have
The tighter I try to hold on
the more it pains me
How transitory life is
always escaping our grasp.
Four
I can never express it well in words
This sharp and acidic feeling
All too sour
and not enough sugar
Is it because it’s something that I don’t have? That I cannot have?
Or something that I gave up?
The life that I choose not to live plays right in front of my eyes
Yet, I know
that I’d give it up all over again.
Five
The good is always too good
and the bad too bad
They acted on their beliefs
shaping their own morality in the process
What is crime? Humanness?
I know they have suffered for it
Paid the price
(I think I don’t like superhero movies anymore)
Six
Who was I back then
(A mess of feelings of trying to fit in)
I was too sharp in all the wrong places and tried to soften
myself into a blob of nothingness
I pleased everyone but
myself
That’s why when the people around me were gone
I broke down, who was I
(If there was no one to please? No expectations to fulfil?)
Who was I when there was only me?
I tried this and that
(I am still learning to speak up)
(I am still learning to be brave)
(I am still learning that this me is okay)
(I am still learning to be comfortable in my own skin)
Seven
I am both disappointed and relieved when it’s not you.
I like my image of you. So pristine, untouched perfection and oh so wonderful.
Does that mean I don’t know you well enough, that I only see the good because I look up to you?
You have all the things I lack, all the things I want to improve on.
I want to be there. Not with you but where you are.
I still see you in other people.
In the crowd I think it’s you but it’s not.
What do you think that means?
That I still see you in everyone.
Eight
Such love I feel
and part guilt
(appreciate the food that a person cooks for you)
all your sacrifices and your silence
what you have taught me
(mentally, emotionally, spiritually)
you instilled parts of you in me
until i realised
(i am actually made up from parts of you)
no matter how far we grow to be
i will always be parts of you.
Nine
There’s a freedom to you
that doesn’t exist in this world.