Falling asleep to the sounds of your dreams crashing against the rocks like ocean waves.  And as we fall apart from the feet up, remember the time before the pivot of depression.  the time before when we did not have to force ourselves to be numb just so we could survive the day.  The memories are so few and far between these days.  Poison does not supply you with content.  It just helps you endure your pain.  It is time to stop paying visits to the apothecary and walking into a dead end.  DO YOU GET IT YET? Fumbling inside because of a life of respite.  It's time for you to change apocryphal words and speak the truth.  I won't give up on you.  Don't give up on yourself.  And as we fall apart from the feet up, remember.  Remember this day.  Dreaming, only dreaming into forever.  Dreaming, only dreaming will not get you what you want.  Dreaming, only dreaming will not get you what you desire.  So stop your excuses, make the chase instead.  Life is not as bad as it seem my friend.  We are falling asleep to the sound of your dreams.  They are the distant ocean waves echoing through my brain.  I hope you can have an epiphany.  Only an epiphany can cut your broken ties.  I want to see you carry through and persevere.  Maybe one day you can be at peace again.  These dreams are my echoing waves

Epiphany

The long lost memories of years have been passed I have buried inside begin to surface with this ink that has poured my pain.  Poured my grief.  Years go by and it still feels like yesterday.  I flipping through this book, opening my eyes to familiar times containing so many peaks and valleys.  Yet the portrait is an empty shell, so incomplete.  Each and every detail lacking detail.  An empty mess of words.  Each and every detail lacking detail, so incomplete.  This attempt to reason leads my heart to bleed.  So tonight I'm putting down my pen and closing up my book forever.  I'm sleeping men ext years away.  When I wake up, it will still feel like yesterday.

Putting Down My Pen

My Friend Is Gone

Here we go again.  Yet another night bleeding ink from this pen to the paper.  The words of depression have been scripted.  The years have been endured, haunting my dreams.  I've been down this road time and again.  Time and time again.  I've been down this road time and again, but tonight, I'll walk with the dead.  Look into the mirror.  All I can see is the face of a ghost.  This is the consequence.  This is the consequence of constant reminiscing of the past.  Tried my best to press pause as life plays out like a movie. Tried my best to press pause as life plays out like a movie.  It continues to stab on healing wounds.  I have wept until my eyes dried out.  I just thought that this would all be over by now.  But now the great storm approaches and there is nowhere to hide.  Confide into this bottle.  Keep my emotions bottled inside.  Perpetual disconnection.  Swallow every thought down by the mouthful.  This will never be enough.  I have wept until my eyes dried out.  Swallow every thought down by the mouthful.  This will never be enough.  I have wept until my eyes dried out.  It is hard to hide your feelings sometimes.  I can only freeze.  But I take on this river and try to swim to shore.  If I can't get through this now, then I never will.  I refuse to fail at this uphill battle.  Fate has brought me this far.  I can only freeze inside.  All I can do is wonder what's to come.  I can only freeze inside as I look at the crossroads.

Calm Before The Storm Pt 1

I can't move.  Prolonging the inevitable.  Embrace Judgment Day and walk to my doom.  Walk with the dead.  Take me away from here.  The taste of regret sticks to my teeth.  Bittersweet, but where do I go from here as my body lies in the dirt and will I survive?  This spread like wildfire and this where you've chosen me to lay.  I've traveled down every road to arrive here.  There is nothing more to be thrown my way.  Pick up the pieces.  Carrying on is the most difficult task.  Ghosts whisper into my ears.  Words shiver down my spine.  This is the calm before the storm.  This is where all of the memories replay the past.  I am haunted with the presence of the afterlife.  This is the calm before the storm.  Take one more stab at the wounds.  Descend from the sky above, the heaven that we know.  I've made it this far and I'm taking my next steps.  This is the calm before the storm.  My mind is serene.

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