& then I found out.
& everything crumbled; fourteen years melted down the walls & warped the floor.
& I sank into your secret, as if I'd always known.
& now I know,
at twenty-one, I know,
that this is just beginning.
You're so unconvincing. by staring-down-the-sun, literature
Literature
You're so unconvincing.
Youre so unconvincing.
i cannot leave here
i cannot stay.
perpetual inertia of life
forever towards the horizon-
a harmony
perfect fifths
fourths
lights shining across our lives
but for some
its too late
theyve been hurt
too often, too much
theyve lost faith
did they have any to begin with?
did they ever explore the
reasons behind
the light?
Oh! you think youre Plath,
an Elliot Smith, a Woolf,
a tortured soul
mummified in misery
but
did you ever try and find the source of your light?
where does your soul come from?
why do you think?
why do you love?
why does the music move you,
why d
& then I found out.
& everything crumbled; fourteen years melted down the walls & warped the floor.
& I sank into your secret, as if I'd always known.
& now I know,
at twenty-one, I know,
that this is just beginning.
Nothing makes sense any more.
But isn't that the way we want it to be?
Old photos resurface and I paint on a pretty face to go and greet them.
xx
Katherine
(you're not dead, you're sleeping...)
"Relapse"
I don't understand. Does relapse mean I will go up and down forever?
Will my whole life be spent negotiating a paradox?
I'm falling backwards, and I hate it.
How long?
xx katherine
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