Mija Richardson
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"Existence is pain!" and Other Lies I've Told Myself - Mija Richardson
Is communication the key to healthy human socialisation? Or is it simply an excuse used for one person's poor effort? Sometimes I crave normal knowing, the subtle yet sweet reassurance. Will it ever come? I hope. It will, I think. I know it will, possibly. When I think it will it does violently, winding its way into my heart and clamping like the wonderful release of anger. The pure yet tarnished message is all one needs to know one knows.
By Mija Richardson3 years ago in Poets
"Existence is pain!" and Other Lies I've Told Myself - Mija Richardson
glass, my heart. open and see-through. there isn't a lot to hide, you see. vulnerability at it's finest. chip. blinking and it's changing. chip. tears become something non existent. chip. hard now, not fluid. harder, pouring rock. crack. true individual thinking. crack. chip. falling? failing. crack. fractures, oh how the truth shows itself. fragile.
By Mija Richardson3 years ago in Poets
"Existence is pain!" and Other Lies I've Told - Mija Richardson
There will always be a feeling, a tingle. Right at the back of my mind. Sitting waiting patiently. Perhaps it's always there, waiting for some opportunity to come up where it asks questions, demands answers. It’s furious. Raging. Keeping calm can be hard, it’s happened before. It’s happened before. It’s happened before. My heart was broken when I was young, several times. I came back though, and grew. I’m halfway there now. Faced my demons, or still living with them whilst they sit and have coffee in the depths of my mind. Suspicion.
By Mija Richardson3 years ago in Poets