Dark Poetry Prose Poetry ART Dark Poetic Prose

curled up thoughts. sleep in the fetal position. knees to chest. to make themselves as small as they possibly can. to keep the softest spots protected.

why try to reconcile the feelings when it's easier still to just ignore them. pull the shades down and pretend there's nothing outside. that the world is barren. because really, it is.

we all are architects and demolition men. constantly building our castles and tearing them down again.

but me, i just build stairways. stairways that never reach heaven.