“بين الذكرى و النسيان، يعيش الإنسان”

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‏فهلْ مِن صَاحبٍ يرثي ‏لمَا ألقى فينعطف؟

‏أيقتلني الهَوى ظلماً

‏وما في النّاس لي خلفُ!

‏إذا كان الهوى خصمي

‏فقل لي: كيف أنتصفُ؟!

‏”محمود البارودي”

one of the blues

I’ve become numb, the perfect shade of blue. 

I wonder why people refer to numbness as a negative 

 cold.
I believe, rotteing memories was the best part, and realizing I could’ve done that long ago was the worst part.

my words were pure mistakes you weren’t capable of, no wonder you got suffocated.

-exhales-

‘conditions of reality, and dream’

I’m oppressed by my own lungs. Hurts when I breathe. Splinters inside; likes to pick selectively; strangle away at me. My eyes are busy bleeding. Bleeding; on the sheets. Crying red. Grieve and grieve; wilting myself dead. Trying to refrain from activities; ones that help you fall. Exerted verve; just let me go. A monologue […]

http://inoirvelvet.com/2015/09/29/conditions-of-reality-and-dream/