only breaking.
I cannot sleep. I want to make myself a cocoon of blankets, music and feeling. I want to drown in the sound of melodies and harmonies.
Time never stops. Every second continues to race out of my grasp, slipping between my fingers, mocking my attempts at holding onto a moment, a memory, a song. It seems as if this is how it’ll always be. I am so small in the universe, yet it feels like I could make a mountain crumble with a single action. I am nothing, yet everything I do is weighted. The world is filled with intricate details and plans, bending the concepts of everything I’ve ever believed in.
What am I supposed to do, when nothing is real?
When I close my eyes, everything is tiny, detailed precise, and just out of my reach. Love is unimaginable, its void filled by heartbreak. It seems that every piece of me conflicts with the last. My life is fear, only trumped by apathy. There is beauty everywhere, masked always by grey.
My heart is nothing, only breaking.
