The_Artists_Obituary

theartistsobituary:

I sit here broken, demolished like a forgotten building waiting to be resurrected from the ashes into a stronger more solid structure that can take more force than the last. It takes time the materials are there in front of me but the pieces scattered from the demolition are still being picked up. So here I wait hopeful

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Tonight I feel indifferent. Thinking of a big life change making a move that could and would benefit me for the best. But apprehensive of the move scared of what I don’t know scared of what could be

theartistsobituary:

I sit here confused still hurt still sad. Sickened by the thoughts in my head as my mind swirls like a black hole sucking my thoughts into the darkest parts of the galaxy. where not even the most expensive equipment could find them, and even if they did nobody could interpret them. They are a jumbled mess scattered in the cosmos.

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