the sun rises harshly.

i caress a dying dream with my bare hands,

let its shards pierce my fingertips and

feel the pain shoot swiftly up my throat.

the moon eases the ache sometimes,

the sun is ruthless.

i worship you in the mornings read

you like a gospel for breakfast wait

for your word like a dog at your door.

how shameless it is to have you slice my heart open

and watch it bleed out every day,

how outrageous to enjoy it still.

i let the blood pool around the organ let it

stain my nails let it seep through my skin let it-

love gnaws at my insides like a vicious animal,

i would give it up for nothing.

the grief of your absence greets me like an old friend

and i embrace her like she never left.

the absence of your grief pulls my chest apart

and fills it with beauty.

love infests my wounds like a tapeworm,

i would give it up for nothing.

the sun rises harshly.

i caress a dying dream with my bare hands,

let its shards pierce my fingertips and

feel the pain shoot swiftly up my throat.

i worship you in the mornings-

how desperate it is to have loved you for so long,

how terribly crushing to not have you still.

Out of pure curiosity, I've just scribbled down a couple of Proficiency essays. Well, I seem to have kept my writing skill pretty honed, or so it seems.

Much as I love the language, there's only so much I can do with it.

I want to be a part-time writer or an editor. I used to have a side hustle that brought me some decent money. Then came February, 24th.

Hello.

I am Voidkin. At least I think so.

I’m just like all of you.

Yes, I remembered my password.

No

I’m not here to write a joke.

Not here to write a meme,

Or a quote,

Or a scene/story.

I am here because I won’t.

I’m leaving.

I looked back at my other posts,

Posts that me and some other people like to call “garbage”

Posts that make 0 sense.

Nearly all of my posts were nonsense,

Most about my toxic friends and mental health.

I still feel sad. I’m only now starting to accept the fact that there are billions of people here,

And no matter what I do,

I’m just one of them.

I’m trying to make my life mean something. Like I’m worth the world’s time.

I’ve found new people though. People who care about me.

I left my toxic “friends” and moved on.

I’ve gained confidence and found a rush of excitement when outside my comfort zone.

For a comfort zone is what kills us.

I don’t write. Not anymore.

I draw!

I make artworks.

I post my art on an app called “Artfol”

If you ever want to see it.

My username is voidkin_killer. You’ll know it's me because I’m following literally everyone on the site.

I started making YouTube videos again!

And, my channel got popular, which is cool

People really like my work,

And I love making it.

I’ve tried new things lately and discovered wonderful outcomes.

And I think,

I think the war is ending. Our battle against a virus is ending?

I think so. Yet we have other things to worry about,

climate change, war in Ukraine, other shit I don’t want to mention.

I don’t know where I’ll go from here, but…I’m glad I passed through.

I was going through some stuff during my time on this site…

And I’ve gotten better!

I just want to say,

Thanks.

These words will never be enough to say how happy I was to have met everyone on this site.

And though writing ending up not being my interest,

I’m very happy I tried it,

And what better place than here, right?

So…

I guess this is goodbye lol.

Feels weird to say that.

I don’t know who’s still here and active on this site,

But if you see this, thank you :3

I am learning so much now, and back stronger than ever.

I don’t think I’ll forget any of this

And this is where it's time to leave.

I wish everyone here success in their future.

Tis has been a journey.

And I probably will not be back.

But I will miss everyone. Thank you.

Thank you guys so damn much.

Goodbye.

It was a grave mistake. The crew leader glanced at the words on the paper in his work gloved hands then up at the newly excavated holes in front of him. He turned the paper up-side-down and squinted.

“What’d you guys do?”

They shrugged. “What you told us?”

An auto collision had taken the lives of a family. A young mother, loving husband and their beautiful toddler. A tragedy of winter weather reported on every local news station in the area complete with photos of the smiling family cuddling together just the day before.

“Nah, this ain’t right. The kid was supposed to be in the middle, the lady on the right and the guy on the left. You guys fucked it up.”

“Not if you stand looking this way.” The guy with the shovel scoping in dirt around the caskets suggested.

“Nah. The little one is over here and flowery casket supposed to be the one to the side and the bronze one is in the middle. It just ain’t right.”

“An hour from now we’ll have the dirt smoothed out and then once the sod goes down in a month or two...Hey, they are all together and tucked in snug. One stone...what’s the difference?” The young guy tired and cold explained, “That’s how I see it.”

The sun was setting purple in the west. The winds were picking up. More snow predicted that night. The crews’ breath freezing smokey white on their black hoodies. The heavy equipment already gone from the site. Driven back to the mintenance building hidden from view right before the interment. “They should have lined them up right at the ceremony.” The guy with the shovel mumbled still scraping and packing.

The crew leader scaned the scene. Looking north. Signs of the coming blizzard mounting. “Yeah, whatever. Get them covered up good. Pack it down tight..then let’s get back to the shed and get stuff ready. Looks like we’ve got some work ahead of us tomorrow with the other two funerals and all. Hell of a crash.”

The graves now almost covered. The men filling and tamping the ground firm. “Okay guys just get them finished up. Okay?”

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don't.

there's a strange expression on your face. a shadow. a collection of thoughts, turned into paint.

don't.

i know what you're considering. something that was sleeping for a long time is now awake.

don't.

one decision, that's all it seems to be. it might not matter.

don't.

you've been waiting for too long. the silence is killing you. the missed calls, the empty house.

don't.

it'll be okay. take a deep breath. it'll all be over soon.

don't

become like me.