and what is this for,
but a vain sacrifice of a superficial sorts:
sobering up just to leave the world once more
cause you know youre going nowhere,
might as well be going nowhere.
inebriation becomes condescending.
ill keep my mouth closed
because i dont have much to say,
but the day that i decide to care
youll turn your head away.
cold hands on cold skin,
sadness melted into sin.
we're lonely, but not alone
beside me, the hollowness shows.
eyes glazed over into paradise,
for this, you will pay no price.
falling down just to dream,
while silence lays beside me.
in my sleep i know ill see
visions of a better thing.
if the day lasts into tomorrow
ill have lived another day.
and maybe if im lucky,
something will go my way.
our eyes on the sky
and i dont think anyone knows why
its so easy to survive,
but breathing doesnt make you feel alive.
survival is not living.
watching is not experiencing.
waiting is not initiating.
wishing is not fighting.
longing is not embracing.
fearing is not conquering.
there is no desire in the grey of the soul,
there is no hope in destitution,
love is weary, fleeting from the source
what is a heart without a purpose?
-hannah duke.
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