SedatedRamones
Sneak a glimpse into my life through my lens and occasional attempts to verbalize thoughts.
All work, except some of the music I post, is my own
All work, except some of the music I post, is my own
To the boy who tried to break my heart
My emotions on a see-saw
Swinging back and forth
On one side my conscience
And your charades on the other end
Swinging constantly, effortlessly
Yet strained with effort on my consciences’ part
I do not wish
That your guts feel like they’re in knots
Your chest conflicted between contracting to a tiny ball
Or exploding to shards that will pierce every inch of your being
I do not wish for you
The sickening feeling of wanting to throw up
The feeling of having air trapped in your throat
As you desperately try to inhale for comfort
And exhale for relief
I wish you love
Because when the curtain of confidence you hide behind falls
I know you are just like everyone else
Desperate and alone
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The perception of time feels like a sieve
Endless grains of moments falling through in one swift, fluid motion. There is no present. It’s a constant flow. Insignificant details pass through us never to be heard, felt or seen again.
We try to hold on to the memories we want but they too are broken down gradually and will eventually pass through the sieve.
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