With each heartbeat, my heart grows stronger all the while spiltting in two.
As I fight to grasp some form of control and certainty, I crumble from within.
My yin and yang are at an endless war.
The scars heal only to scar once again.
She’s my light in the darkness while she destroys me.
I do not know whether to smile or cry.
My world spins around me and I’ve lost all sense of it.
My only consolation is the music in everything.
I take refuge in the notes, the melodies, the sounds of daily life.
I fall asleep as the sun rises, listening to the birds songs, tired from a night of restless worry.
The silence in life is humbling all the while beautiful.
The absence of music gives a painful clarity.
I’m a dreamer fucked up into a realist.
And as I try to make something of this pathetic existence, I watch as the sands of time slip through my fingers.
My bleeding words are the tracks I leave behind as a way to find myself once again.
For now I stay lost in the struggles of merely existing.
Come join my journey and get lost with me
Follow me if you’d like.
(Source: thenightvisitant)