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aboopofink · 3 years
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The oceans sing in waves for you. The question is; do you accept their song?
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aboopofink · 3 years
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All I Knew
was it the brightly-lit sky painted against your skin
or was it the soft, misty spray of the restless water?
was it the wind brushing through you hair
or was it the flower that got stuck between it?
was it the graceful smile etched in your face
or was it soft murmurs that left it?
all I knew was that I was enraptured - obsessed.
was it the tears streaming down your face
or was it the pain growing within you?
was it the screams that spoke volumes of sadness
or was it your skin turning grey?
was it the sounds of your family wallowing
or was it my heart being torn into pieces?
all I knew was that I had lost you - forever.
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aboopofink · 3 years
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Midnight Thoughts
30 Aug 2021, 2.03 a.m.
TW: Mentions of blood, Death
I wish fingers interlaced under the golden, roaring fields held memories of when I was a younger, free bird - not memories of how the one person I loved the most took my world by the neck and choked it.
I wish kisses on the forehead reminded me of the memories I made in that small kitchen with my grandmother, not the pain of seeing her on her deathbed, mouth agape.
I wish roses reminded me of my God's altar; a room bedecked in gold with the smell of incense - not the pain of seeing my friend screaming at me while blood drips from the ends of the seems thorns.
But only wishes can stay as wishes - well, at least the ones I have.
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aboopofink · 3 years
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Midnight Thoughts
24th June 2021, 4:00 a.m.
TW: Suicide
What does one think about before jumping?
Do they reflect over their actions? Who they've wronged and who wronged them? Do all their memories replay a small video of their life but hide all the good or all the bad?
Or does the overwhelming feeling of freedom fill their senses? Does the feeling of wind blowing against their skin as they stare at the sky painted cyan or navy bring them a sense of release? Does the Sun up above or the twinkling stars guide them to their end?
I don't think we'd ever know the feeling of falling to your end without crying about it - your end I mean.
Can one wish for the freedom of falling without the bitter end or vice versa?
Of course you could bungee jump or use a trampoline, but the feeling of falling for such a long time knowing you'd feel a warm embrace in the end is something only those who lived to tell the tale would experience.
Because jumping off is just an action to feel free until the end.
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