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iterestingwildfair 1 month
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Complacency is where things go to die.
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iterestingwildfair 1 month
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I couldn't believe that you wanted me, and I was right not to. You wanted the shell. It wasn't a good thing that it wasn't empty, that I wasn't empty. You took me under the disguise of love, and I let you. Whispering enticing reasons why it was time for me to let go of pieces of myself that weren't serving you. For us. Until I no longer existed. Making me no different than a pretty shell one looks for on a beach. Empty.
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iterestingwildfair 2 months
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Lost? No, for something to be lost, it has to have a belonging. I belong to nothing. Therefore, I am not lost. I just simply was never found.
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iterestingwildfair 2 months
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I feel like I must be a fish. Each breath right now feels like im drowning. Infinitely unable to grasp at the particles that are supposed to give me life. They're killing me. Or maybe it's the emptiness inside me, I must be hollow. Where my crucial organs used to be resides nothingness. A void of uncertainty. Uncertain how a heart is supposed to beat. Uncertain how digestion works. Uncertain how to breathe. All the certainties gaurunteed at birth have escaped me entirely. I am an empty cavern. Whatever was living inside me has left, like a hermit crab that outgrew its former shell.
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