"Sad stuff makes beautiful poetry, but it's not so pretty to live with." [-Merecat]
*For the Dear Diary Competition*
(I recommend anything beyond 'Tumbling Ash' for the rest is a mess of nonsense words that hold no character, no story and absently fill the page)


104. Dead Souls


Today the air was filled with the crushed spirits of people once alive with

Christmas and summer,

people still with piercing looks that turns stomachs into seas but somehow

those eyes were lifeless.


The laughs seemed less and the death seemed more

and time moved slower then I ever expected which is both frustrating

yet useful.


Not only did I see the lifelessness of those stumbling through the fog of the day

but I felt it too;

the absurd numbing deep within you that prohibited the smiles and brought forth the chilling

awkwardness and

my day felt harder then a normal Thursday should.


And with this strange feeling comes the inability to write

so I simply give you my apology and whatever I seem to muster in this pathetic

excuse of a piece to bring you

a small glimpse of what my life brings.


Or life filled with lifelessness.


-28th January 2016


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