Tag: feeling

Brain Food, Dear diary

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petit
DEAR DIARY,
TONIGHT MY SOUL IS LEAKING. SOMETHING DARK IS CRAWLING ON MY STREET, IT HAS TENTACLE ARMS, SUFFOCATING EVERYTHING ON ITS PATH. I CAN FEEL IT GETTING CLOSE TO MY DOOR, PUMPING ALL THESE FLUIDS, MAKING A SWEET NOISE THAT’S ALREADY RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS.
IT WILL POSSESS MY HEART SLOWLY, I CAN FEEL NO PAIN BECAUSE THERE’S NOTHING THAT CAN HURT ME ANYMORE. SHATTERED PIECES OF FLESH ON MY FLOOR COMING WITH A SMOOTH RHYTHM THAT MAKES ME WANT TO DANCE, MAKES ME COME ALIVE, MAKES ME CLOSE MY EYES AND BREATHE ITS FLAVOR UNTIL I CAN SEE NO LIGHT. IT IS AWAKENING MY DEMONS, I FEEL ALMOST COMPLETE, CAN YOU FEEL IT ? OF COURSE YOU CAN’T, YOU’RE ONLY A PLAIN PAPER I SCRATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL YOU’RE FULL OF MY MIND’S MISERY.
WILL YOU SUCK MY SOUL UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING TO DEVOUR ? WILL YOU SEE ME NOW ? DON’T TRY FIGHTING THESE DARK ANGELS, THEY ARE SPILLING BLACK CLOUDS INFECTED WITH NICOTINE.
GO ON, HATE ME. I WILL STICK WITH MY CIGARETTE FOR AWHILE.
 
SONG OF THE DAY : MASSIVE ATTACK – BLACK MILK

			

			
					


			
		
	






			

			
							
		

	
	

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They asked me what I feel and I told them : nothing.


You know, I truly don’t understand humans. They want you to tell them the truth, but when you do it, they will become upset as a raging child and run away from you. I have a tons of bad habits, one of them is telling the truth. It’s so funny to watch people changing their feelings from a word to another, some of them would call me evil. 


You asked me if I care. Well, I don’t. I stopped doing so now awhile. My heart is colder than a dead fish. You can judge me, you can speak out, I won’t run like those who did when they met the truth.


I hate mornings. They make me sad, they always did. That’s why I will stay awake day by day until sunrise like an vampire waiting for the sun to sleep. But at the same time, every morning my heart will fill up with beautiful rays. I see them while sleeping. They are ripped from a fairy land. Laughter, happiness, hope. 


But then I open my eyes and everything’s gone. It’s all dark.


This war inside me won’t stop. This is why I have to carry on and ride.


I know that one day I will ride through misty forests and into the sea’s heart. That’s when I’ll be at peace.




So she ended her cigarette and looked into my eyes. Her face revealed her beautiful mind with blue starry eyes, bluer than the sea and lighter than the sky. The gate to her soul.


That was the story of a rider.




Song of the day : Jon Hopkins feat. Purity Ring – Breathe this air