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You left and you were right

"/But the feeling it tries to escape/ /Bleeds through the light even when I close my eyes/ /It is not seething the weight on this shoulder/ /I cannot wait to chase the fiction home and carry on/ /Favours in reverse songs are unrehearsed/ /When I get through this I hope I get through you/ /Stains on my mind the cloud on that hour/ /The minute you closed the door my eyes washed the floor/ /It is hard to say but there seems to be no other way/ /You left and you were right so I have to let us down this time/ /Because I can't feel it no other way but down no other way but down/" ///Feelings (UDD)

Dear Zakhar pt. 2

I will always remember the face of the most beautiful boy born out of the most beautiful woman on the day of your birth. Your mother was mad that I left her to go home and rest because it was five in the morning, and at seven you started to show signs of coming out. Your mother was in so much distress and all I could do was stop and stare, hold her hand, and fight the good fight. And when you came out, you did not cry, you did not even bother entertaining us fools to worry. You were calm and collected. Now you are so proactive and full of life. I could not be more prouder of being your father. Your mother's relationship with me is so sublime and full of life. You at the very deserve part of our own story as much as you deserve yours, which I am going to share with you now. I felt the same exact feeling with her the same exact feeling I had with you when you were born when we met in Alanya. You could say that I could pinpoint the exact moment of when I fell in love with her, when we...

Dear Zakhar pt. 1

One day you will probably have a lot of questions about life, about me, about everything in general. There will be happy days, there will be sad days, there will be days when you feel like you just want to bury everything to the ground. You will have to live through it, harness it, mould it however way you want. It is unfortunate that I cannot be there for you, but I am always with you, as you are always with me. Sometimes I feel the same, and there are times when the weight of everything else shoulders upon you indiscriminately, and you and I are wanting to break free. I want you to understand very clearly that you mean so much to me even if everything and everyone else tell you otherwise. You have been the rock that has rested forever in my heart for all the days to come. I want you to know and understand that nothing in our life was ever made in spite. I want you to remember and remember well, just as your name suggests. When we look back to the days, we tend to remember only the th...

On Death and Dying

if the steps were light will it carry me to some sweet serenity if the wind was right will it parry me from worse anomaly if the moon at night will bury me in furthest obscurity if the joys were on sight will it finally be lulled from fantasy if the morrow's fight will marry me with flights of fancy if the end was bright will be destiny soon I will be free to be a body in the universe maybe a galaxy to be truly free maybe a million miles away but very free

Borrowed time

The hours while away, drifting ashore, one foot over the other, nails callously disengaged, protruding, rough. This is my suicide run. Or, more succinctly, my suicide walk . There is only one possible way to do this. All or nothing. Life or death. Fuck the odds. Death it is.

Forebod

The world is callous and unkind; tt could benefit massively from a cosmic factory settings reset, and yet somehow somewhere somewhen I feel like the same wave that has been undulating all throughout my life remains unfazed by the goings on around us, somehow unperturbed by petty human endeavours, and now I wallow in self-pity once more knowing that nothing ever changes. Absolutely nothing at all.