Your skin feels like silk patterned by seamstresses wise beyond their years. But your vacant stares fill me with a dread that brings me to tears. The sun sets on our once burning love.
Do you ever think about me, and the things we said to each other. Sometimes I’ll see something in the store that reminds me of you, and think about the times we shared. Even the bad things erode after they’re reflected on for countless hours on sleepless nights. But never again.
Even as a kid I was alone. It comes to a point in life where I wonder if the poison I see in society is really just a cruel reflection of my own short comings. I am no paragon, I am faceless. I exist as a jester entertaining an audience that isn’t there, shackled by memories
Sinister smiles gnaw at the rotting flesh that are my hopes and dreams. Detached from myself my soul floats above, without the burden of being I begin my journey to nowhere. I pass by things the might’ve been, with each glimpse erased thereafter. I am free
@chelyndusk I mean technically it doesn’t, unless there are changes this season it only drops loot available from the delve loot pool, which in most cases is outclassed by raid drops
What is it to be human? Is our concept of joy only measured by our understanding of suffering? I’m not a religious man but the testament of king Solomon’s ring stands the test of time, “this too shall pass.” Are we bound to the fate of the Ouroboros, unperceived irony
Reach for me, touch me, let me know you’re still there. Just give me a sign and I’ll keep holding on. Every time I look, you’re never around, and when I think of you late at night I slump to the ground. It’s late and I’m still lying here waiting for your apathetic glares
There is no stillness, the air is filled with chaos. The silence is deafening, and yet overshadowed by the roars of persistent memories and long drawn out emotions. Heavy eyes, burning skin, drowning in a sea of self inflicted sins.
Please just let me sleep. I can hear you, I always hear you, scratching away at what little sanity I have left. I know you’ll be here when I get back so for now, just let me run away in my dreams.
@milasobolov It’s pretty easy to tell which are AI based on background. You’re definitely real, you have multiple pictures from the same place from different angles and rooms. The AI accounts are the ones that never have a specific background and the “creator” will never be at the same spot
Greedy longing, I yearn for the touch of that which doesn’t not exist. I can almost smell your divine aroma, I can almost feel your electrifying kiss. As our eyes interlock, I snap back to reality and find myself without you again.
The light is fading, my senses are dulling. I cannot rest because the hatred spread by the apathetic and oblivious feel like broken glass scraping my skin. I long for dreamless nights, as the only things that during my sleep are nightmares. I’m terrified of this world
I first saw the Jetsons on boomerang when I was a young child. From then on it was my dream to one day become an inventor and create robots to help people in their daily lives and change the world. I don’t know where my dreams and ambitions died. Maybe I too have fallen to apathy
I think of you and the broken promises we made. How could you sell me everything with nothing to deliver. I know it’s pointless but I still hold out hope something will change. Every fiber of me wants to be a part of you, but you explicitly show me how disgusting you can be.
The fact of the matter is nothing truly terrible has happened to me. I’ve been dealt some pretty shitty hands but in the grand scheme of things there’s no reason for life to feel this abrasive. I struggle to find happiness outside of momentary satisfaction and avoidance.
The jester dances in the rain for no one. The patter of the rain is both his melody and his audience’s roars. He continues his show as he sinks in flowing mud. As his face is consumed, he waits for a thunderous applause that will never come