Hallucinations

I find it funny , how you became my story …

I wonder what it would feel like ….

I wrote this poem on July 1st , 2021 and never thought it would see the light of the day…🏥

The tree under which I used to sit with her…

For the time that she was, she was forever…

What if the storm is just a gust of wind…

I think I’m sick of the mountains, sick of these shallow heights, that keep crushing me with all their might they keep me hostage they keep me crawling,I break my breath running through these hills . I’ve planned elaborate escapes I’ve painted magical Dreamscapes. I think I’m sick of the mountains

There's a girl who lives in my head....

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She's been living in an empty castle with strange people....

Wreaths of mist swirled up into the cold air As i walked out the door, in the warm October breeze, Stepping out of the labyrinth, Stepping out of the woods to kiss the darkness underneath, As i traveled through the mystical lands and convoluted roads, To a stepping stone to a far away land, That held my dreams for as long as I remember, To hold no hand but my own, To walk a path no one has before, Maybe someday when I can look back I'd be okay if I know that i danced to my heart's desire, And fulfilled every dream or atleast burnt myself in its passionate fire. That I stayed up all night to take away your pain, For when you throw it all away, you'd realize that a love like mine could never be replaced. By then I'd be far gone to a crystal shell of my own. And in longing and waiting time will wither you away, Just like it did me... Scratched and bruised, broken and blue, Time heales almost every wound...

Absence

Amidst the sinking heart ♥ and a burning fire....

I can't help but wonder where would I be if the storm was just a gust of wind....

This is my first poem that I wrote about 5 years ago. It enunciates the struggle of melancholy and depression and adapting to live with it. How a single thought can trigger a cascade of emotional reactions and how your own mind can feel like a stranger trapping you. Yet, in the moments of despair and doubt, you still find a way to go on, a day at a time, a moment at the time... Xoxo