eurocar

8 days. Mixed thoughts. Will carry on.

Nice poem. It's sad when somebody leaves you, isn't it? BTW, I had to look twice at y'all's avatar to make sure you weren't the same person. Both sunsets, similar framing, etc.

Nope. If it's dire, she'd have left a message. She probably just wanted to talk. Don't give her the time of day for a while.

Yes, as that contradicts the definition of no contact.

Sadness, sadness On the wall From whence did I fall? Tragedy disobeyed Why do you come So rapidly yet so slowly Approach me With those eyes Must it be this hard My heart so charred It speaks to me Death's demons Beckoning Come home Master of reality Makes its truth On and on I will roam Faraway in the distance Something glimmers A silver illusion Grows daily fainter Ever-present Diminishes to nothing Go home, tortured souls.

Thank you for the likening. I wish I could elevate myself to that plane, but in all honesty, I didn't have her or her work in mind when I wrote this or anything else. I've read The Bell Jar, but I can't recall reading many of her other works. She is a profound writer and poet, though, that's for sure. I don't think I'll ever attain that level of ability or accomplishment.

Knives wielding Axes grinding Hearts pounding Unpleasant sustenance Pebble in the pond A drop in the bucket A fish in the sea A self-treaty. Who is that? That is not me I tell you, that could not be He looks at me strangely. Tragedy. Frailty. Magnanimity No mercy. Who stares back? (The wolves' hours) I stand here and wait (In a red sea) And still I know not Who the stranger is But he is not me.

Thanks, Allie. I am glad you took something away from it.

clouds floating above the horizon leave no trace did not exist wolves they howl humans they scream did not know what you meant but it does not matter you meant nothing within the well beneath the earth into the abyss we must climb destiny fate it is mine not theirs see the ghosts see the spirits see the souls see the people you see your story your fairytale you are your thoughts but they are not yours for the ultimate truth is that you do not exist and thereforeeee we must understand nothing.

deception lies you're a fraud. you can justify it rationalize it explain it turn the blame on me "you don't understand" of course you're not responsible your actions aren't your own someone else consumes you you are a mere observer everyone hates you is out to get you conspires against you manipulate excavate emotional exploitation theatrics histrionics make-believe what do you really think? how do you really feel? what goes on in your mind? spotting sincerity arbitrary not real distinguishing lies impossible how? this is madness stop justifying stop explaining fix yourself. fix me. fix us.