Unwritten
Unwritten mindless action of the abyss, it's where dreams fade and reality blurs. Shadows dance in the darkness, whispering secrets long forgotten.
To be found was to be heard
Lost on a path that lead to nowhere
Lead by the ghost that haunt my mind
I stopped in the middle of the silence,
Searching for myself in my own my mind .
The emptiness was overwhelming, swallowing every thought like a hungry beast.
Was it not like me to be me ?
Clearly my thoughts had already vanished to there before they could be heard let alone understood. I mean if I couldn’t even have a single thought in This moment then what would become of me as a person ?
Would I dissolve into the shadows, becoming one with the forgotten echoes?
Echoes create waves so u don’t need to hear them
To step off that abyss I’ve been planted on for so many under driven years of my life
Was to take a leap of a faith into the unknown of sobriety , a world less vibrant now that the haze had lifted.
Something i wrote about my journey writing keeps me grounded