Weak But Still Standing.

the eeg shell.

Ill grit my teeth and bare your pain.

but you wont remember me.

all I was, this life, my tragedy.

a delicate balance, definition of fragility.

though planted feet I loose stability.

its hard to breath drowned in humility.

all the words I took for granted.

Even while trying I cant imagine.

I just want to say Im sorry.

I am an artist.

 I only have one piece. it has no price. it encompasses the entire gamut of emotion. The closer you get, the more you understand its meaning. it can not be recreated or duplicated. I am this piece.

SMILE...

It’s good to know there are still people out there like me… on the loose.

The undead.

I live like a ghost. invisible and stuck to the corners and dim lit ways you never walk. observing without being seen or felt. as life unfolds around me, I burry the burden. this skeleton in my closet.

Life is...

I paint with my pencil graphite on paper heart on display an image, a word evoke emotion but will never mean what it did to me when it occurred. Just a reminder a place holder in time a memory as art.

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END

breathe that breath. Breath it for me. hold it in. let it out. the one I always wanted to take, but never could find it. One that would never come again. leaving a void in my chest. the exhaling sigh of relief. The stillness. The numbness. The crushing inner peace that comes with it. Realization. and with it the knowing that its all over. That it happened. And that itll never happen again. the meaning of what it was all worth. The feeling of all the worlds weight baring down on your chest. That moment of inner peace, now to only be remembered. and to be remembered as fleeting. to long for. To make you wish the chaos had never ended and your desire for that breath never realized. The reminder that life is short. For some suffrage is life. to suffer is to be holy. The only way one can feel the true joy of having, and the loss of losing. and in the end. Its all I have and have ever had. The end was written before the beginning. Realized too late. As I live breathing. There will be no salvation. Just a yearning for what was lost, or never was at all.

Coming and Going

we’re alone. all by our selves in this unfair world no one cares. what we do or where we go  so why should we? anger burning it comes and numbing it goes. its nothing new to us. driving down these one way roads no one told us where to go and i think this map we have is too old. all we can do now is hope. all alone. our faces  blend into the crowd I guess no one hears us when we speak aloud. so why should we? love burning it comes and numbing it goes its nothing new to us. driving down these one way roads it doesnt matter where we go and I think this plan we had was old. all we do now is hope

Hopeless devotion.

you were so good.

never better.

every word.

every letter.

meticulous.

flawless.

right down to... the way you dress.

Everything... in its place.

that soft look... on your face.

those promises... that we made.

you said they meant... everything.

all your hopes... and all your dreams.

never suspected... anything.

you were so warm.

I melt for you.

Ill do anything.

Just ask me to.

do you remember all the places we talked about?

they were all just dreams.