Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.
This imaginary dream,
it remains a sacrosanct to me. Unassailable yet, unbearable.
However please, do not awake me.
Do not save me.
Let me die in my dream, Let me be buried in it.
For strangers will soon admire the blossoming roses besides my tombstone and in the end it would have meant something to even just dream.
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To just do it,
even when the thoughts
form a barricade.
Death is all I want to test now. I have had a glimpse at everything possible. Death, can you find me please?
Me & You.
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Rebel against something today. Not to feel cheesy, but maybe , just maybe , it’ll be the beginning of something you.
And no, this isn’t motivation. This is a battle note.
After all, writing isn’t the whole damn world. Fuck this writer’s block.
I’ll walk around, watch Béla Tarr or Andrei. I’ll call Joyce she never runs out of words.
Or I’ll sleep it off, because I refuse to let a blank page make me consider the unthinkable.
I will not survive. I will live.
DigiArtFest concept. I created this in 2022
Peonies on caskets. It's all yours. your wait your study. Engulf in your time and if it kills them you can as well send them condolence messages and lovely peonies to be put on there caskets.