It's like being half alive Like a dead man walking One foot in the grave But something's keeping you alive You've lost all footing Tethered to this maze Not sure when you live and when you die But you spend most days buried in a grave You long for the days when you're thrived That's all that keeping you inside One day you might escape to find yourself, buried, deeper and deeper and deeper alive.

I feel like a failure...but all you see is high functioning. My brain collapses and blazes burning down every train of thought that connects you and me. I try to think. To produce one simple task but my head is on fire trying to do the one thing you ask. …

Day 336 I've started to starve from lack of affection and human company. There are people everywhere but none of them compare to you. I've decided to strike up a conversation with the moon in hopes that she'll send my messages to the sun and somehow they'll find their way to you. But I feel as though they got lost in the ocean of your thoughts and drowned in a pool of what and have nots to ever make their way back to me.

I awaken only in a dream... A dream that mimics life so closely, I just hold my breath and simultaneously scream. I am sleeping and in disguise. I am constantly a sight for sorer eyes. And the world, the world, although it tries could never encompass every integral part of all that is me. I am gazing, but I look, only to spread the pain. Blacked out or simply insane, this is not love I say again and again, but who is loving anyway!

You had my heart in your hand. My heart became a grain of sand. Dripping through the hands of time, And back again. I knew you'd let me down my friend. But a hero is what I found in time, Sure, I couldn't believe what I'd seen in you. …

I once knew a dreamweaver who lived in the wood. I asked her to make a dream catcher as loooooong as she could. As long as the river and the sky above. To protect all the dreamers as they fly along. …

Who can sleep at a time like this, when the air goes whoosh and every sound goes hiss. Who can sleep at a time like this, when every wall wires a song to a particular tick, and the clocks strick 12 at every minute around here. Who can sleep! I…

It all started with the nightmares, and the lucid dreams that felt all too real. That should have been when I knew something was wrong. …

COLLECTIVE Conciousness Shift - Timeline Merge - Generational Trauma Takes a Massive SHIFT Forward... ✨ #timelinemerge Generations and Generations of pain, have been a series of THE most neccessary events in human history. What our history has created for us is a long and thorough account of what we are…