The worst type of pain is all the “almost”s in life.

She almost loved me back.

He almost made it out of the ER.

They almost decided their relationship was worth it.

Maybe you were almost enough. If she had called more, or maybe you had answered faster, or you guys had spent more time talking than thinking about each, you almost could have been each other's half.

If she had reacted faster or answered faster, he could have almost made it out. If he hadn't been ignored and dismissed by everyone around him, he could have stayed and things could have almost been different.

It’s physical as much as mental. It circles in your head, following you and everytime you hear their favourite song or see someone who looks just slightly too much like them, you can’t help but get butterflies or lose your energy to sing along. Nights spent crying over something you can’t even hold or capture is just as painful as losing a tangible object. Except, soon it won’t exist anywhere but in your memories. Because you almost could have avoided this situation, but you also know you wouldn’t have chosen anything else because of the wonderful and irreplaceable part of the almost. All the heartbreak and sadness and loss comes hand in had with it. There isn’t a choice. Yet, you almost, almost could’ve avoided it. Almost.

Unique and precious relentless undertones .

Bury me in your trauma I bet mine will win?

fire with fire crackle an pop

dance with the night sky .

Careful what you wish for u may just get it .

I remember when a Kid hurt and alone the shadows where there to hold me ..

I remember in my childhood of madness the shadows told me they loved me .

When the shadows left me ,my love they took with ...Darkness, a forgotten cocoon.

Let it all flood.

Trauma much louder then the moment.

If you only had my eyes maybe we can see a better tomorrow.

Spill my inners on your outer an paint a unforgettable outcome.

Run are fight only two modes , tell me what it takes to be a man today?

(Kill alarm clock ,waking up is far over rated.)

I was hated long before it was cool to hate for god sakes lets make up for love lost.

Brain Rot criss cross apple sauce is in full effect..

program me with simple jiggles ..

Rid me of the StaTic

It’s a world I like to call The Void.

By default it lies in darkness,

endless inky nothing,

miles and miles of it.

I see things there.

Things I create, things that followed me here.

Some are not mine.

But they are not important.

This is my world.

I can feel the world of others,

I’m an empath, some might say

Beyond my own lands, lies an ocean

of deep crystal cerulean.

Near the edge of my world,

a silvery beach sparkles

in moonlight to the west and south

and golden orbs lie shimmering

in the cover of the sunset in the east and north.

It’s reverse, I know, but that’s the way it is.

Inland, away from the sands,

is a maze of glass and neon,

artificial light and life.

The glass, when opaque,

is usually light tinted blue or white.

The lights, always, are pink and yellow.

Always, except for The Path.

The Path lies to the northeast,

perfectly even between sun and moon,

between light and dark.

The light turns red here.

Or it does not work at all.

Only part of The Path is left in color.

The greyscale is unknown.

It is a place of memories.

The greyscale used to be fear.

Perhaps it still is.

The red was what I previously

thought might have been memories.

But the visions that lived there before

appear to rest in the colorless realm instead.

I suppose I could call the new red

possibility.

As I said, I am called an empath.

I also tend to hold to the belief

that I possess some amount of psychic ability.

I think everyone does.

But this is where mine lives.

The visions that appear here now

are of the uncertain future that lies ahead.

They show the things I want,

the futures I might have,

if I work to attain them.

I do not like to visit the Path

as often as I might think I would care to.

It is a place that can easily be filled with lies.

So I venture out

into the Void,

the shared space of the universe.

From the north western shore, I can visit my sister.

From the south western shore, I can visit my brother.

Or I can explore the darkness beyond the places I know.

I spread my wings

and fly into the unknown.