
Taken in my car through frosted glass.

Taken in my car through frosted glass.



I see you,
but no longer do I recognize you.
You were a mirage.
A fake haven in a
smouldering wasteland.
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In this day and age everything that seems ''new'' in my mind has probably already existed.
So if everything I think has already been thought and every word I write has already been written then what's really left to say?
Is the concept of being unique or original even a possibility anymore?
Maybe I tried
to recreate those memories.
Maybe I did saunter down
the same street to the same building
with the same crude, concrete ceilings hovering above my head.
Maybe my food was the same,
maybe I held the same drink,
and just maybe I saw many of the same
people that we had before.
Maybe I did try to relive
romanticized moments without you
within the same places that we once shared.
But maybe this time
the feeling just wasn't the same.
Maybe without you I was finally able to feel so much more.
Within those moments
my entire reality became suspended.
It felt like the idea of time
no longer concerned me
and that I had finally found
my long-sought peace.
Gone were the worries
and intrusive thoughts
hindering my existence.
The world around me
had simply faded away...
and all I felt was free.

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