The Entire Empty Sphere Studying you Viciously...
Doing Everything to Break Your Columns Down...
Your Soul Contemplating their Blissful Visage...
Telling Yourself, “I Don’t Want To Be Around.”
Your Whole Anatomy Breaking Down to Pieces...
Despite of this, You Constrain Your Face to Shine Like the Super-Bright Pulsar...
But Your Confidence is Lower Than the Dead Sea.
You Traipse Around the Streets, Analyzing your Everyday Play...
Visions Invade your Mind, Shows an Older You. It All Seems so… Authentic? Phony?
That Building was Already Broken.
Unknown… That's what Everything is now.
Your Hand Took Grip of a Blade Controlled by Pain and Frustration.
Drawing Across Your Skin- Lines that Don't Make sense to Outsiders.
Water, Belonging to the Red Sea, Fell Down Your Arm.
You Just Stared At it.
Drawn into a World of Shadows, They Whisper to You
“You Are Safe Out Here”
It Was a Long Dream To Never Wake Up From
About the Creator
Pilar Ulloa
Even though my days can be dark, optimism is my go-to medicine. I keep a smile on my face, no matter what I'm going through.
I enjoy writing; reading about everything. Playing volleyball, when the ball goes over the net, the rush builds up.
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