You gain a new appreciation for reality
When you've been disconnected
Have you ever noticed
The cold wonderful feeling
Of a wheel
The slide of a turn
Completely in control
Have you ever noticed
The touch of the ground
Underneath your feet
How soft it is
Like you'll sink right in if you press down hard enough
Have you ever noticed
The color that the sky gets
After the noon chased the sun away
How palpable the dark is
But in a beautiful way
Have you ever noticed
How music hits the right spot
And makes any moment one that’s worth remembering
Every note creates its own space
Euphoric isn't it?
Get out of your own head,
Little inconveniences
Don’t create clouds.
Small moments
Don’t equal something larger, something unexplainable
Happiness isn't attained through petty acts
Through silences or ranged attacks
Logistically it makes sense
Don’t let it take you over
Drive you deeper,
Dig your own grave
Throw away the shovel and move on
Force a smile and the rest will come along
Your world is changing, nothing is the same
All that was familiar was buried and lost
To make way for something beautiful, something sweet
White noise is getting louder, you have to resist
If you let it win
What are you left with?
Maybe it's better that you say goodbye to it alone
That memory won’t be tainted with another soul
It’ll be yours to bare
Your own shoulders to drop the weight
Stop getting in your own way
If I don’t speak it, it doesn’t exist
If I write it down, maybe it’ll dissipate
Become water vapor
I want these thoughts out of my head
Out of the crevices, I want that space back
If I send it up into the air
It's no longer mine
But the worlds to hold
Maybe it'll cherish them as I did
Maybe it's smarter than I am
And it’ll throw them away at first sight.
One can only dream
Of a life laden without misery
You are stronger
The power you give them is temporary
Pull yourself out
Start again.
About the Creator
Adri Soto
Sometimes the greatest joys in life are in the worlds we like to get lost in. I enjoy creating them far too much and am always open to feedback!
25-year-old aspiring writer/artist/singer with a daughter to hopefully one day impress
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm4 days ago in Fiction
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