how is “the time will pass anyway” simultaneously comforting AND nauseating…… help
just a girl in her room trying to forgive herself
Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence, Gregory Orr
I’m sorry!!! I’m sorry that we can’t go back!!! And for all the things we can’t remember. But I’m glad we did it!! The love will always be there!
the years by alex dimitrov
7:29pm 1/31/17
“you said i looked like the moon behind the clouds”
Adélia Prado, from “Denouement”; translated by Ellen Dori Watson
Text ID: I am beginning to despair / and can see only two choices: / either go mad or turn holy.
“yeah no” is one of the best phrases in contemporary English.
I would hold your hand a little longer, as the music played in the background. I would try and make you laugh a little more, make you feel loved and appreciated, let you know that everything would be fine.
There is nothing I wouldn't try to take back all bad. The pain. To go to that moment where I could have made it better. Changed the circumstances. Made better choices. To be in your presence once again. Laughing. Arguing. Silently watching life go on as you told your stories. Shared what you watched online.
All of the things that made you smile.
God, to have known then what I know now. I would ask to have those moments last longer instead of only memories frozen in time.
All I have, now, is this heartache as time flows constantly onward like a river that drowns me in this misery of you not in my life.
-H. Murcia 11:57 AM 01/28/2022
i saw constellations in your eyes
and with you
i didn’t see a whole new life
i saw another galaxy
i saw a future like the sky
every opportunity
with you i saw a family
and maybe i just fantasized
the way your eyes
had this way
of defying gravity
and i’d forget
that shooting stars were once alive
but like us they’re just a tragedy
// Ophydia
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©alyssafx16
This – This is the sound, manifest, of a creature full of longing, of one well aware that the distance they despise is the very same they create –
what pain do you feel when you hear a cry so sharp, that everything else fades – obscured by what you are assured is an unholy pain,
unfiltered, unfettered grief.
But worry not, the wailing, sobbing cry of sorrowful solitude is naught –
these are words on a screen, after all.
There is no sound to bludgeon thine ear. Cries muffled by solitude, and the distance inherent to a medium such as this.




