The Self Realisation We're A Bacteria Colony, On A Spec For Some Kids Science Work, Or A Flea On Alien

The self realisation we're a bacteria colony, on a spec for some kids science work, or a flea on alien cattle ranch, or a lost package in an interstellar delivery service, really gives me the energy to give no f#cks.

Coupled yearning I weighed your soul against its sins and watched it burn to dust. oh how those scales rust, Pavement awash with soft reflection, littered with messy indescresion. Sky stretched out in great azure, how I'd fly towards its closure. Liquid mirrors meltling at the touch, their steady hands I tend to clutch. Beauty in pain dances amongst a tortured flame, golden stories i wouldn't dare to tame.

This is relatable, I'm Icarus and found family fics are my downfall. I have been warned but i cant get enough. I keep going back, i know what pain awaits me but I'd rather feel the echo of family, than the looming one i lack.

one thing i hate about reading fan fiction (specifically found family fics) is how i always get hit with the realization that i don’t have friends

Regret thy love

To be human is to loose oneself from time to time, they say it is better to have loved and lost. But i know most would regret ever feeling that warm touch, if they knew what it would cost. And how much.

I think I've lost something which makes me human....

I'm dead inside

Soul shepherd

Drapes of ebony silk fluttering in whispered wind, helpless feathers remained there, lifless and pind. Lights fizzing in uncontrollable fright, pouncing and pacing, readyying to bite. Blade of ashen steel shining crimson red, how long its carried its prized hung dead. Lifeless ruin shadows early life so young, never assume this was so easily won.

Sanctimonious lies I am searching for that light, guide me right and true with incandescent flight. I'll follow it to worlds anew, heavens high or underground with little view. My heart a rapid fluttering, wrought by anxious uttering, breaths caught and stuttering. Calcium bars sealed stong and tight, yet with out résistants these wings take flight. Salt and sadness seeping in, one loney pebble makes a new home with in my skin. Vermillon sparking bright with tragic loss, perhaps i need to douse this useless dross.