I'm back (am I?)
21 - She/They
I spend more time deciding what to watch than the time I actually spend watching something
Bottled up and restraint, it starts to rise, slowly, incessantly, it fights relentlessly against its cage, every day growing closer, hungrier, angrier, quietly crawling towards an exit, a breaking point. Like a river bursting through a dam, rage explodes and brings with it pain and fear. Rage and fear, a deadly pair, where will they bring you?
Mona Lisa and the blood moon is A girl walks home alone weird little sister. If the latter was a subdued, melancholic explorationβ¦
A wall stands between us. It's made of glass, so I see you standing behind it, but my voice cannot reach you. I cannot remember a time when this wall did not exist, when it didn't separate us, didn't separate our voices. Was it always this way? Me standing here while you are there, painfully close and yet unreachable. Our mouths move, desperately throwing up word upon word, uncaring of the hindrance that doesn't let them be heard. Of theβ¦
Two boys, two different lives, the same trauma. Two ways to cope, two ways to go on, to find the strength to carry on, to forget, to dismiss. To conceal permanents wounds, scars of the past that never healed completely. To find each other, linked by trauma, and to cope, together. Restless nights, obscure dreams, a life on edge. The desire to stop, even if it seems like it's the only thing that keeps you alive. The help of trueβ¦