Breakdown Suffocating, strangled by those invisible firm hands called words. The world stops spinning, the universe collides. But all around life goes on. Rushed.Breakdown by ~AddictedTunes
Picking up the pieces, countless wounds remain: the universe is cracked. Time does help the healing, but it races past, as it often does.
Shakily the world continues to rotate, yet threatening a final breakdown. It has lost its rhythm.
A sultry darkness clings to the skin, coating the universe with heavy tepidness.
However, the world is cold, freezing. A slicing ice erupts from the centre, ripping through the already gashed universe.
Between the gelid spikes, the humidly asphyxiating blanket, the bleeding and the threats, a cry slashes, echoing like a whip through the damage, slicing even more. It doesn’t reach the busy life outside, the latter still goes on. However, the howl intensifies within, each time more shrilling and desperate. When encountering an obstacle, it’s shredded into countless fragments, each one stron
A Song For YouI shook out of the lethargic mood I had been in ever since you broke the news to me. Even now, I still can't believe that you are leaving.A Song For You by ~AddictedTunes
I don't want to keep you from your dreams, but I still can't believe that you are giving up our love for them. I knew about your fascination over Paris, but as I fell into you a step at a time, I thought that you'd stay. I was selfish and stupid enough to think that you would stay for me.
Even now..... After you told me that you'd be leaving in the next six months, all I could think about was how to make you stay. I had lost enough already and just the thought of losing you made me want to crawl into my bed and cry, cry, cry, and cry again.
As I went online, I thought about the moments we shared and how I don't want them to be just mere memories. I want them to be my present for the rest of my life.
A window pops up, as a friend of mine named Freddy, messaged me.
How are you?
[brOKen]“We’re all a little broken, but that’s okay.”[brOKen] by ~AddictedTunes
I don’t remember where that quote is from, but that’s my topic of today: broken people.
In some way, everyone’s unhappy. In a way, we all have this stone in our shoe. In a way, that stone slices through the skin, entering our body, becoming part of us…
Can’t we get it out? Can’t we just get rid of the shoes; can’t we just reach the freaking stone and take it out of ourselves?
But the shoes are the life we lead, we can’t just ditch our existence, not completely. If we really wanted to, we would have to shut ourselves from the others. Even if society is what kills us, it is also what makes us live. Because society is us. It is a complexity and a simplicity we need. It’s our paradox and without it, what will there be? How can we live alone?
That’s why the rock is unreachable, that’s why the cut will not heal, at least not entirely. If you know how to dod