Dull instruction, I’m out.

I’m in the process of letting go.
You’ve been trying to school me
‘If you love something, let it go’.
That’s the narrative of your lessons.

Time spent is guilt lost.
It gets better with every moment.
I used to feel guilty about not feeling guilty.
But indifference is brewing between us
It’s so comfortable…I enjoy it.

Everything is plastic
Smiles last a little longer than they should.

The good memories we shared are like rotting flowers.
New memories are just that
Most bulbs won’t open at all
It’s stillness, its so stagnant

I’m too clumsy to keep walking on eggshells. I won’t do it anymore. You clearly don’t want me to. I haven’t been paying attention. You’ve been trying to teach me something. I get it now.

Coloured glass in a leaded window


About obialone
I'm random and unwise. I'm always seeking wisdom in its simplest form. I'm scared of not being scared, so I find ways to terrify myself. I care about everything, and I'm interested in all things. I reserve the right to change my mind, anytime. So in most cases I find it best to humble my opinion

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