As I close my eyes, I see a form, not of familiar, and not of my lord. It slithers on legs and hisses at me, it breaks the mind as I gaze at it deep.
The the vines that hang from the emptiness of space are proff of it's shape that us bared. And crunches at your flesh, as you near irs lair.
It crawls into your mind as it hungers for your soul, it creeps into your heart as it takes all of control.
The looks on its face is best left undescribed, as it feeds from our fear, both of truth and lies. The emptiness in its glare made my heart race with speed of inhuman pace, and it's Echoes of it's hunt is what made me fall into a daze.
Those eyes it bare are truly empty indeed, with claws and endless fangs of Infinity, it craves for us to wander alone so it may swipe us up and it may feast.
It's face is crooked, straight and dark amongst the stars. Yet I cannot bare to remember its gazing face as it gives warmth in my heart.
As I wake from this fear, I walk to gaze out with only one thought. What was it that I saw, that was in color and dark?
Only fear is what remains, is what can help me recall what I had seen in fright. As the sun rises from the mountains and I see that thing, the thing that walks between the shadow and light...
As I laid on a hospital bed the first night, something woke me up as I couldn't breath that night and a single face was what I saw... it's best if I could forget about it...
being forced to work together for a project/mission and absolutely dreading it
separating themselves as much as possible if allowed (ex: booking different rooms, camping out in different places, stalling when they do have personal time)
“you really aren’t making this any easier.” “as if you are?”
“you put this here on purpose!” “okay, for once, i wasn’t trying to put you in any danger.”
annoying any other surrounding friends/teammates with their consistent arguing
“you left me! don’t you realize i could have died?!” “that was the plan!”
finding out they both have another “enemy” in common, so they work together to either bother/get back at them (and maybe they realize they had lots of fun)
“you didn’t have to help me…” “yeah, well, unfortunately, i did. now come on, we don’t have time for this.”
“did i just hear a ‘thank you’??” “do not get used to hearing that.”
one making a snarky insult that was just so good, the other had to laugh
“what is that? poison?” “it’s literally just lunch that i figured i should kindly share, but if you’re not hungry then…” “no, wait, i am! thanks, i guess..”
both being unable to sleep one night, bored out of their minds, and somehow spending hours talking to each other
one is injured and is hesitant of the other taking care of them
^ they then are shocked by how gentle they’re being treated
going from spending no time, to most of their time together
“i know i was just there, but i think i forgot my keys.” “if you needed an excuse to see me again, you could have just asked..”
old (insulting) nicknames still being thrown around, but now it’s kind of endearing
“we swear we saw you leave their place last night.” “that must’ve been someone else.”
“that cute little face you’re pulling didn’t scare me before and it definitely won’t now. put it away.”
hiding their relationship from other friends because they know the reaction they’ll get
“no way, you still have this?”
sometimes their differences still clash, yet they learn to work through them
this is just a post i'm making after realizing i've hit 7,000 followers. wow. that's a lot of you.
on a serious note, despite me not posting much these last few months, you've all continued to give me lots and lots of support which i am eternally grateful for (and i always will be!) 💗
with that, i'd also like to say that i'm opening my ask box again! this time i hope to be more consistent and overall interact with you guys more.
so if you'd like to send in a request, go right ahead! and if you'd like to just pop in and say hi, that's great too ^^
What was once a hello, is now a farewell. What was once a fond memory, is now a painful reminder of what used to be a comfortable escape.
What is now empty, is what my life has gotten into. What is now is nothing but a hurtful reminder of what was fragile and easily to lose.
A memory of a feast. With talk of the day and sharing a life. Replaced with days that I'd rather forget when the sun will rise.
A dear friend, a beloved family, is what was loss, not to the reaper, but out of my forgetful thoughts.
Time passes, time never waits. If you can't handle the flames, don't close the gap between you and the pyro.
For when you burn, your heart will speed, your thoughts will worsen, as you fall deep into the endless spiral.
I once braved the world with my head held up high, and a future of promise as I finished my duties in life.
But where is the promise land that is filled with milk and honey? Instead of this burnt, lifeless, and desert tandra that has knives in the sand and poison in the air that I breathe?
These thoughts are endless and empty at best. But what is it that I expected? Something true and happiness, and a final test?
Don't tempt me to jump off this cliff, for I have kept once with blind hope and empty songs.
But ultimately this is what my final stop will be at. And hopefully, without a doubt. It will make me feel less numb...
It's just not one of those days, anymore. It's a daily occurrence...
Don't you dare say it'll be alright, don't fill me with hope that falls into oblivion or with sugar words that will make me look forward to the emptiness of life.
I say that I love, but never received back. I say that I smile, but it's all an act. I say that I dance, but wear no shoes on top of glass, as I keep walking inside and back, I come to nothing but lies.
Those beautiful eyes that once filled my heart with warmth has now been frozen to an abyss of pain and days that are rough, yet I come back for more acid words that melt my skin as they are thrown at me with full force to the soul.
When is enough truly enough, before one has thrown themselves over the edge? When is it alright to fight back and not have your throat squeezed until you submit to the creatures that call themselves "love"?
I ask this as I lay with tears sliding off, my soul crushed, and my thoughts goes to beg for an end to the ones in the heavens above.
I once prayed for the happiness that I so long to desire as I ended a long day of a tired soul. And now I have no other path, but to come back to this hell, to this prison with no freedom or to sing. This place that I call my home...
It's not normal to fake a smile..... so why have I done it for years? If that's what life is, then..........