it's no stranger that you came upon this room though you tell yourself it was pure chance you came to be here, with a cascade of moonlight dancing through your veins the grooves on your fingertips rove over the unnamed boxes, they sing to a rhythm you know all too well
but it's quiet in here and the air sings of isolation, the pigmented darkness colours you into silence it's a museum of quiet recollections and you're the crevice on the wall to let the light in
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
time has not been kind on you, your skin crumbles slowly, unravelling with the clumsy grace of a falling clown you sit on the floor and slowly, ever so slowly begins to carve the outline of your heart your fingers tremble, as the first wave of the storm rakes your body you miss a stitch (and that's why you've always felt half of a whole) the storm is merciless as it takes siege of everything you hold dear, you weep an ocean in the hopes of losing yourself
but in the end, you're still here (to much of your disappointment) a framework of shells outlined in the shape of a body sheltering a heart that is less than perfect, next time, you tell yourself, you'll be stronger
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
Everyday you come home, you exhale a cloud of helplessness ‘when was it,’ you ask me, ‘that I’ve become so broken’ your eye droop to the fractures along your nails, displaced lines sneak a serpentine trail across your hairline cracking it into a frown painstaking you stitch them, so the fractures are hidden beneath layers of manicured smiles because we’ve been told all our lives perfection was a state of happiness
at night, i’ve become acquainted with the rhythm of your eyelids spidery legs that flutters against a pale field of distant silence and i watch the way starlight drinks in your unveiled face they trickle along the fractures and splinters, slowly down with the languid peace of history being made
maybe one day, you will understand why we find beauty in broken things
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
you drowned the room in liquid cosmos to regain the heart that slipped through the crevice in your chest when you sailed the sky searching for its rightful place because you turned a blind eye to the words on the package, for affairs of the heart,there is no lost and found
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besides, you know this as well as I the most heart breaking sound in the world is the sound of a heart surrendering itself to the wind
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
i learnt to let go of things the day the sun fell from its jewelled throne and even the craters it created could not shield me from the spinning aftermath of regrets that coloured your disfigured body
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
you once told me that if i kept on looking ahead, i'd see the end of the road and i believed you, because everyone needs something to believe in even though i was falling apart from inside out
one day, you found me by the riverside with half of a life still inside me with my organs coughed -halfway up my throat- i swallowed them down again and told you life was too short to be spent in wallowing on the riverside
if i were to go, it'd be a riptide that carries me and not a boat of your own making
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
it hurts me when i hear the sound of your bones playing the march of time when you walk down the stairs every morning it hurts me when you lay down your glasses at night and the tiredness ebbs off you like a tidal wave, pulled down by the inevitability of age
it hurts me and singes away the edges of my heart because in my mind, you were always immortal, you were my ever-glowing star
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
these days, you tell me as you unravel lines and lines of pigmented ribs from your chest you tell me it's the only way to let the shapeless words escape from their cage, (the only way you breathe these days) -is for them to take on wings and dive with their eyes close because the future holds no promise to those with open eyes
you tell me of panic attacks at blue midnights, of shipswrecks on seacoves lined with faded copies of childhood dreams running with the evening tide as we wade through shallow waters, struggling to find the pastel strokes of dawn
in the end we hung our hammocks on the dying embers of shooting stars wondering how broken mosaic pieces fit in this world of perfect masterpieces
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
our eyes are blurry with sleep when we wake in the morning we wade in the tides of our dreams, propelled forward by our aspirations to keep chasing for a horizon that we might call home
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
mother taught me how to run she taught me to run with the rising light and finish with the sweet exhalation of victory 'anything was possible' back then 'if you believed in it' and for a child, a mother's word was harder than stone
grandpa taught me the name of things the secrets stored in a warmness of a handshake and all those emotions without words that were hidden in the gentle stirring motion of the wind across the wells of people's hearts one day,he hands me a pebble you'll be able to tell the depth of people's hearts by listening to the resonation of their thoughts
but the future gave me a chisel and taught me to separate truth from wishes it showed with a ruthless hand, that sometimes a punch to the gut was better than a word whispered under a smile
and now i wake each day, with half a foot on the boat of yesterday and the other pulled by the future it's a balancing act that none had taught me yet
god this is awful
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
you finally broke the rose-coloured glasses in the early rays of dawn they lay crunched in your hands, silvers of blood still laced to their edges the sun made them glisten like jewels
you knew, didn't you that they couldn't last forever, you stabbed your fork vengefully into the pancakes the honey o o z e d a yellow panic
a frown slithers through your brows before disappears into the undergrowth of your dark hair your mouth form crinkles previously unknown 'the honey was sweeter before'
the fork clatters onto the table with quiet resignation
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
anxiety creeps up on you, unnoticed its tendril slithers along the edge of your fences and you struggle to keep what little you have within your patch of haven
the sky rumbles and the canopy tears open and great, black objects fall from the sky and you run from edge to edge to try and catch them all
and before you know it, your fence has turned into a jungle
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
today your eyes are infused with something-that-was-not-quite-sadness it brimmed on rims, with the colour of chamomile but none of its calmness, threatening to cascade into a waterfall you find small chinks and fractures because these days, because your thoughts escape with every inhale to rest on the plateau of your heart, sinking soundlessly
but lately you find yourself pooling without a purpose, a shape you're waist deep in riptides, swept by currents that you cannot see, dragged by desires that lurks behind rocks -and you discover you were no longer the you before the journey but that is the beauty of it all, the clumsy construction of inopportune changes that becomes the ridges and border of your thoughts
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'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.' ― Friedrich Nietzsche
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