By: Katja K.
Life is complicated,
Life is complicated, everything and nothing happens.
It's like my life is a tape playing on a loop.
Constantly replying moments I love
Constantly replying moments I love and ones I would rather obviate
Instead, the bad moments bloom like forget-me-nots,
Instead, the bad moments bloom like forget-me-nots, displaying the scars they left behind on their broken petals.
As if by touch the things I love, turn to dust.
And my fingers can’t stop shaking,
And my fingers can’t stop shaking, making my words unreadable and my spiralling thoughts incoherent.
And the outside calls me, but I cannot stand the beautiful opportunistic sun.
So I hide away in my room that smells of coffee and smoke as I write in candlelight, my safe haven.
But even my “home” is infested with demons only I can see and no amount of burned sage can make them leave.
They just hide in the darkest corners of my mind, escaping when the music dies down.
And the adventures await me, ready for me to take the given opportunities.
And step through the open doors that lead to the flowery fields and blue skies.
And despite my efforts, I can’t seem to leave this broken place behind.
Even though there is beauty and wonder,
Even though there is beauty and wonder, right now the world just seems shattered and cold.
Fragments of which I do not know how to fix.
And the empty feeling makes me want to lie down among the flowers and let them bury me.