violetvvirtue

[violetvvirtue]

i want to be moss, to grow around things because i was left alone a little too long and i flourished a little too much.

[violetvvirtue]

my bones are being eaten by my flesh the sensation is jarring and i can’t escape it everything gets so loud suddenly and it feels like everyone is against me but i know better than to say anything so i sit in silence and pray for solace. time collides with time, minutes become hours, hours become days, and days become weeks and i am stuck in this cycle forever. there is no escape i am trapped within the confines of my mind and my body i feel that i am no longer human. is this it? is this what i am? is there not more to this? perhaps this is the human experience. to question and give up when it becomes far too much for our minds to handle.

[violetvvirtue]

silence is my old friend. i like to pretend the silence is living. i befriend it and ask for it’s opinion i sit in the silence and wait for an answer. and i get one every single time. the silence doesn’t fail me, it provides for me and i love it for that reason. i’ve spent my whole life so far yearning to fill the silence with noise. music, movies, shows, videos, other people. but recently, i’ve been fearing that one day i won’t have the silence anymore. everything will be too loud and i will regret not appreciating silence. but i also worry that if i love it too much, it will return in violence.