Drenched With Blocks and Filters (Thoughts)

drenched

I have received my subject grades; the bittersweet flavor lingers upon my lips. Another published story around the break of the sunset; no elation over the swirling auroras. Plotting my schedule for next semester; a restless digging to where it should fit.

A meeting between the blue ocean and frosted winds.

Locked through the strings of the dark forest, I gaze into the nothingness – solving the calculated equation the day has brought to my plate.

I had a time to embrace the skins of the pollution as I strolled around the close places in my town. The urge to break from the cage of my house ran to the tip of the volcano as I simplified my own morning with repressed thinking – of how I should run it or of what should I get done to be productive. I allowed my freedom to take my head today.

But it was as if I had been washed with yellow acid – I forgot to have my soul today.

Perhaps, it flew when I forced it to stay in my game. I want to apologize to him, but I cannot find him. I have searched for his flare with no success.

I am a walking mechanic with parts requiring oil and repair. Some days, just like this time, I wonder why I drown through the filtered waters of exhaustion and bliss. I have no cause for my actions and it truly straightens my spine. I do not know what to do.

I have a mountain of successes today and I should feel high about it – but I am not; that is the problem.

I want to sleep when I cannot; I want to talk to somebody when my thoughts told me, ‘they won’t understand.’ I want to pour this out of my bruised lips, but teeth flashed fences to refrain its escape.

I am slowly fading into my own prison.

And I am letting all the support out.


WORD COUNT: 325

Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

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