Questions for the Road Traveller

Do people think of anything when they stare out of these windows?
Or do they just stare blankly?
Their minds lost
In the vastness of the space in front of them
The membrane of the empty crevices of their mind
Pouring out
Seeping into every detailed confinement
The space between the branches
The atmosphere above the calm waters
Their eyes giving way to something beyond their own reflection
A familiar face
Replaced by one long forgotten

Does the road that stretch ahead
Remind them of a past they had to leave behind
Or promise them of a future yet to come
Does the rapid blur of color and motion
Turn into white noise
A distracting constant
Attempting to block out
The feelings that reveal themselves
When there is nothing else to busy the mind with
Do they try to fight back tears of a dear memory turned bitter with time
Or do they delude themselves into appreciating the beauty
That lies with each passing turn
When in reality
It is our of reach
Behind a glass window
Distancing away with the coming second
Something tangible and yet not
A beauty no one can comprehend

One looks
But what else is there to that
Than to look?
And to pretend to feel what you don't feel anymore
Fighting back the familiar feelings that have turned against you
Pretending that this is home
When you have traded keys a long time ago.

- from yesterday

boring update

its been so long ive forgotten that this exists
lol till my friend told me she stumbled upon this and i kinda freaked hahahaha
hi..if youre reading this

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realizing
in front of me
a blank page
i have no inspiration to fill

they say poems are best written
when one is depressed

must be a good thing then
that for once
there is not much to be said

other then that im ok
and im happy
and maybe i just need to acknowledge that every once in a while

maybe when im down again
ill scroll past this and remember
i got through it once before

and as mediocre as it sounds
life is not all that bad
when you allow yourself to move on

its almost 2017
barely wrote anything for this year
makes you wonder
if the pain was too much to be shared
or the absence of it
explains my absence from here
huh

to my nonexistent audience
a terriblly
boring
free prose
for you

you know why
because the best ones are not written
but are lived

so take them as they come
the days you leave your rain jacket home
for a baseball cap and a pair of sunnies instead

they do come by
you just cant keep your head down all the time
and miss them when they make themselves present

or maybe you're scared
you haven't smiled in a while
and you forgot how

just leave that metaphorical house of depression of yours
and be awkward for a while
better awkward than sad <3

but hey
like the day that comes and go
if you missed it, dont beat yourself up
and wait for it
just wait for it to come round again :)

-
and though you dont believe it
the universe is too big for you to ever be alone
and if you still dont believe it
its ok
whether you're christian, atheist, buddhist, muslim, agnostic etc. whether you're just another kid down the block, or you're on your deathbed and anyone in between, whether you have made some terrible mistakes (criminal or not), or having an existential crisis etc, no hate.
im here for you
and im praying for you <3