Dark Room

When we’re alone

We find ourselves in a dark room

Where our vision is of no power

So we shout ,scream and hit with the hope of the walls tearing down and

that the unknown destiny behind them is our cure

The End Of Something I Never Actually Started Taking Myself As A Motive

And in the end, when she had everything a girl like her would ever want, she sat down on her desk next to the window from which sunlight came in. Opened her journal and started writing the dreams she didn't think of as something important before but the fact that they were impossible to achieve now, made her the happiest for what she already had.

Me

I guess I was not sad about it all. I was angry at people who made me care and feel.  Because I was never that kind of a person. I did not like to care nor feel  and the more people brought that into me the more angry I became.

Ivy house

There has been always something about houses covered in ivy.

How they are naked in winter

covered in branches

dull and lifeless.

It's like a person's ribcage after their heart has been broken

Nothing grows there

because of the cold and the absence of the light.

And once spring comes

everything blooms again

The ivy covers the house again

all over

There is just something comforting about looking at the pure green plant hugging every inch of the house.

It's like the warmth of someone new

someone who came after winter to

comfort you

and

let your body come alive again.

There is so much beauty in something so simple

something only nature can give you.

and perhaps when i'm old and grey

I would be sitting on the front porch of my ivy covered house

with the person who let the light inside of me again.

3 am

cornerless room I saw

while my vision was getting compromised

by my sour tears.

And i just stood there

staring at myself in the mirror

all i saw was a shadow

a white pale ghost

suddenly the mirror fell down and cracked

i picked up and hung it up again

the picture was now clear

the white pale ghost

was my soul

shattered.

the bed felt like a safe haven

when a mind dizzying

sound broke my brain cells into

pieces.

i looked at the clock which glass's reflected the moonlight

the time was 3 am

I thought to myself that my widowed neighbour had too much to drink again.

the second i picked up the phone

i heard a deep low voice asking if it was rude of them to call at this hour

i said that it does not matter because they already have called

and why would an emotionally unstable person care anyway?

Everything went silent

"Hello?"

He hung up.

What an arse.

Didn't his mother tell him to stay away from sociopathic women?

Then it rang again.

I let the voice mail go on

and i heard

"Hello baby, it's me again, it's pretty late, but i still have some tears to shed"

I looked to the window on my right, the apartments were all light free.

Then on floor 2nd ,Apartment 6

There was a shadow of something i couldnt recognize

Maybe because the window was shattered

After I went to bed again it went away

It took me years to realize that every night at 3 am

i stared out of my right window

and that the shattered Apartment 6 window's shadow

was me ,looking for someone to save me

But the only thing i heard

was the voice inside my head

calling the phone

every night

at

3 am.