the kind of grief that lets you keep living, keep moving, keep existing but quietly destroys something inside you, bit by bit until you no longer recognize the person you’ve become.
one night, this habit of wandering through abandoned graveyards in search of peace will take me somewhere even life won't follow. somehow, every time the chaos goes quiet, life finds me again, bruises me & leaves me longing for the silence i came there to find.
the ache beneath the mask you wear so well somehow reaches me, even from where you keep it buried. i don’t know how to give you peace but i know there are ways to silence what keeps hurting.
i’m not going to last but somehow, your perception of me still feels like the last