Connections
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A thought and emotion that was had two days ago(28/2/2020). Hope it makes sense. Any and all feedback and critique is welcome.
Hope you can find a way to learn how to grow and strengthen a bond today
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Thank you, @goldenratio0618 for the idea and reminders you give. Have a unique day full of things that could be interpreted many ways and encourage learning.

Connections

I reach for the black string

I reach for the black string that is stretching

I reach for the black string that is stretching between us,

I reach for the black string that is stretching between us, word

I reach for the black string that is stretching between us, word by

I reach for the black string that is stretching between us, word by word

I reach for the black string that is stretching between us, word by word and

I reach for the black string that is stretching between us, word by word and action

I reach for the black string that is stretching between us, word by word and action by

I reach for the black string that is stretching between us, word by word and action by action.

Even as I reach for it,

Even as I reach for it, I can feel

Even as I reach for it, I can feel the actions and words that pull me closer to the string pushing

Even as I reach for it, I can feel the actions and words that pull me closer to the string pushing me

Even as I reach for it, I can feel the actions and words that pull me closer to the string pushing me to the abyss

Even as I reach for it, I can feel the actions and words that pull me closer to the string pushing me to the abyss where each forgotten action and series of memories fall

Even as I reach for it, I can feel the actions and words that pull me closer to the string pushing me to the abyss where each forgotten action and series of memories fall from the pieces

Even as I reach for it, I can feel the actions and words that pull me closer to the string pushing me to the abyss where each forgotten action and series of memories fall from the pieces of me

Even as I reach for it, I can feel the actions and words that pull me closer to the string pushing me to the abyss where each forgotten action and series of memories fall from the pieces of me I create.

Pieces of me

Pieces of me that could be made,

Pieces of me that could be made, again,

Pieces of me that could be made, again, but in a different way,

Pieces of me that could be made, again, but in a different way, to me, that is.

Others seem to think

Others seem to think that I keep making mistakes on purpose.

I want to tell them that I am trying

I want to tell them that I am trying to tell them

I want to tell them that I am trying to tell them that I empathise with them.

That I connect with them.

That the black abyss is my heart and that I keep trying to reach for them-

That the black abyss is my heart and that I keep trying to reach for them- sometimes literally.

I keep trying to do things, say things,

I keep trying to do things, say things, to show support,

That I am reaching for connections other siblings have

That I am reaching for connections other siblings have because they are genetically full siblings.

Due to sharing only part of our DNA

Due to sharing only a part of our DNA, the black string I long to feel and to use

Due to sharing only a part of our DNA, the black string I long to feel and to use others happily and willingly throw away

Due to sharing only a part of our DNA, the black string I long to feel and to use others happily and willingly throw away and refuse to keep.

Maybe,

Maybe, one day,

Maybe, one day, even under bad circumstances,

Maybe, one day, even under bad circumstances, they can renew and strengthen their bond as siblings.

And, maybe, I can be rid of this

And, maybe, I can be rid of this growing black abyss called a heart

And, maybe, I can be rid of this growing black abyss called a heart and have connections with others-

And, maybe, I can be rid of this growing black abyss called a heart and have connections with others- friends, family, strangers-

And, maybe, I can be rid of this growing black abyss called a heart and have connections with others- friends, family, strangers- one day.

But, that is, if my black heart does not become the essence of my being.

But, that is, if my black heart does not become the essence of my existence.

But, that is, if my black heart does not become the essence of my everything.

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