Walking home seemed like an eternity
Waiting for something that is not real
Staring into a black screen, waiting….
Wondering as to what is it that I am waiting for?
suddenly the urge for more assumed it’s position…
I felt at ease.
Finally, for once this year control was in my favor
As to say ‘to hell with it’ and just let go
Cloudy mind, with clear skies
Gone in an instance.
Walking home seemed like an eternity
But in reality it took minutes,
Steeping into an elevator
Hoping it malfunctions
No one to hear the silent screams
Pleading for help
As to ask itself ‘why now?’
The present is always a mystery
What is seen is an illusion
Stepping out of the elevator
Feels ‘normal’
The accustomed jingle of keys
Has become Home
Stepping into Home becomes a habitat
Full house
Yet empty inside, to embrace sorrow
Is to give up
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Oscar Duarte
Just another individuals who admires silence
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Sabotage
Lately I’ve been in a funk where everything can be going right. You know I’m in a happy place talking to who knows, I’m at peace and feel like everything is just going great you know. But once I start seeing that everything is going great for some reason I need to sabotage it. I need to sabotage my happiness and what I have going on in my life so no one else is able to do it for me. Does that make sense? Am I the only one who gets this way?
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