it hits home
when you run out of words
to mirror the whirlpool
contained within your mind;
it kinda feels hollow
because you’re so used to
emptying your soul
through twenty six letters
stringed so asthetically together
that it doesn’t begin to paint
an accurate picture of our turmoils
oh it’s an ebbing wave
when we realise
that without our words
we no longer feel invincible
because all of a sudden the words
we
took shelter behind
are no longer there –
there for us like a canvas
ready to absorb the pain
and the joys
instead we stare blankly
at a blank page
no longer stained by the power of words
as we wonder how to fill the blanks
in our hearts
all because we happened to
run out of
fuel.
This is so good
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thank you beautiful x
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This is so haunting yet beautiful
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thank you
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