"Talking to the moon
Trying to get to you
In hopes you’re
On the other side
Talking to me too
Or am I a fool
Who sits alone
Talking to the moon?"
Living without the things that drowns me would never let me understand the importance of the air I breathe. . —MzChinaDoll001
Intoxicated with madness, I’m in love with my sadness. . —MzChinaDoll001
You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul.
- Christina Perri, Jar of Hearts
Carve me into your dreams, and let me live through the sound your heart makes when it beats.
I was a coward running away again, but everywhere I went, you caught up with me. So I had to come back.
— Chuck Bass
I just can’t take this anymore. .
The world is burning, she said. And here I am, shifting through my archive of visions and images of my past that burn my eardrums at the thought of reality. The break of silence screaming it’s way through your ears, and the ignition of the love you used to believe in pulsating it’s way through your veins. You hear that? It’s the sound of my vocal chords tearing apart as I scream for you to pull me out from six feet under. My heart is burning, she said. Tears of jaded memories leaving indelible scars down my spine at the thought of my soul igniting for the second time. This one moment, this very moment, where I feel like my only option is to live alone without myself. If I could take away all the hearts I ripped to pieces, countless tears of revenge, anger, and everlasting fears of falling back into the drain I once breathed through, I would. Not because it’s molded me into a self-fabricated hedonist, but because the nightmares always come crashing back into my life. Twist, turn, chew, spit me out, push me down, pull me up but know that I’ll come back doubling full force fighting, destroying, gouging everything you’ve done. Your eyes may see me as a weakened binary creature juggling between the truth of my past and the desires of maintaining a future I dream of, but my heart’s edges still cut deeper than a blade. Make my actions count for the ones you used to stab my spine every time. You pulled me down once, but my ship has sunk far too low for me to ever come up and breathe again. The rush of adrenaline shining through my pupils when I look past yours, wishing that I could start over with you and re-create the future in a way I’d live for. Another life, another chance, nothing but another flame in this burning world where a whiff of your breathe turns the entire planet to ash. Take it all back, close your eyes, and ignite all the memories that are stopping you from letting me shine.