TRANSITORY ROOMS #prose#writing
The room was still, the air thick with a somber weight that seemed to press against my chest. The soft hum of the medical equipment formed a stark contrast to the silence, each beep a reminder of time slipping away
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Frosted little freckle species
Dusted little cosmic man
Boundless arms across the sky
Carting gallons of diazepam
Beauty is serene
When the lung is full of water
I’m no saving grace
I’m just a lonesome deep space explorer 🧑🚀
#gratitude#poem
Remember to tread carefully on this expanding ocean. I realise the days pass by quickly, every person has a price and I could never roll the dice, on a bleeding heart. I sink my teeth into your loss. I never realised life would be like this, your honest face marked in sadness.
You’re still gone. So it watched, disassociated, as it’s soul leaked all over the bathroom floor. Progression and regression. The two battling constants in all of history. We come forward, we go back. We win, we lose. We fight, we run. We laugh, we cry. We live, we die.