u/thespringfl0w3r

hey you.

sitting here with a computer screen throwing off some cold zombie-like light on your face.

sitting and pretending that your thoughts belong to you and you only, scrolling indifferently and staying infinitely positive that things of real interest aren't easy to stumble upon in this hellhole named internet; therefore, don't deserve being looked for.

sometimes i do feel the same. walking on the same routes, seeing the same dead pigeons and living cats every day, being just this far from naming every single one of them. people are, by no means, the same and yet simply are not captivating enough to be remembered. it doesn't really seem upsetting to me, the fact that those passersby probably feel the same about me.

even though i do sometimes wish that a man would look into my eyes as directly as if he knew me to the core of my soul, to the unswept corners of my mind and embraced the depth of my slow sticky gloom as if it was his own.

in case you bear resemblance to that faceless man who constantly visits my dreams. what i ache for is someone who shares my love of old music and unawkward voice calls.

https://imgur.com/a/p8cKjlz

the ample piles of snow have long since melted and been absorbed by the thirsty ground, littered by random evidence of sad human existence - dirty candy wrappers, cigs, dog crap that no-one ever picks up and other equally delightful things. 

i really like walking around, listening to music and thinking about the dead internet theory but in real life. everyone is coexisting but most people don't want to know or care about one another. sometimes it feels fine because there are some perks to this invisibility but at different times you just want to be taken apart and have someone take a look into that famished void of your heart without looking away.

when i originally felt the first warm rays of sun on my skin this spring, i squinted from pleasure and let go of my constant annoyance for a moment but now it's back again, together with yearning for that fleeting exhilaration when you fancy someone and for a moment believe that they do too. that's why i'm here.

in my dream scenario i am cozily reclining on my lime green velvet sofa while listening to my dream man playing a string instrument to me and then coming over to scratch my head while we just talk about life and art and music.

with warmest regards, A.

https://imgur.com/a/FlPlCnx

feeling lost

like a child

left on a parking lot.

i was never asking for much

but to others it's always a lot.

time is portioned

unproportionally

and i'm outgrowing

the distortion of that wonderful plan

i had when i knew who i am.

ever since i was a little girl i questioned the meaning of life and most of the scenarios were scaring the shit outta me.

the only things that have a stable calming effect on my mind are unpassing fancies of my heart.

if i'm to except music and art, the thing that stays a faithfully sweet made-up medicine is love.

i carefully unfold it in my mind and after taking in the sight, i put it back.

are you crafty and insane?

do you casually put the blame for your raging despair on every living man, with no respect for their obscurity or fame?

do your eyes shine with a piercing glint of steel? perhaps they may be blue or green?

is your hair as dark as a crow's wing?

do you play, write things and sing

with a voice that has a velvety tint?

if you do, please message me.

https://imgur.com/a/Baeg7sm

feeling lost

like a child

left on a parking lot.

i was never asking for much

but to others it's always a lot.

time is portioned

unproportionally

and i'm outgrowing

the distortion of that wonderful plan

i had when i knew who i am.

ever since i was a little girl i questioned the meaning of life and most of the scenarios were scaring the shit outta me.

the only things that have a stable calming effect on my mind are unpassing fancies of my heart.

if i'm to except music and art, the thing that stays a faithfully sweet made-up medicine is love.

i carefully unfold it in my mind and after taking in the sight, i put it back.

are you crafty and insane?

do you casually put the blame for your raging despair on every living man, with no respect for their obscurity or fame?

do your eyes shine with a piercing glint of steel? perhaps they may be blue or green?

is your hair as dark as a crow's wing?

do you play, write things and sing

with a voice that has a velvety tint?

if you do, please message me.

https://imgur.com/a/yWLImeK

почему-то со мной никто никогда не знакомился... что не так?

feeling lost

like a child

left on a parking lot.

i was never asking for much

but to others it's always a lot.

time is portioned

unproportionally

and i'm outgrowing

the distortion of that wonderful plan

i had when i knew who i am.

ever since i was a little girl i questioned the meaning of life and most of the scenarios were scaring the shit outta me.

the only things that have a stable calming effect on my mind are unpassing fancies of my heart.

if i'm to except music and art, the thing that stays a faithfully sweet made-up medicine is love.

i carefully unfold it in my mind and after taking in the sight, i put it back.

are you crafty and insane?

do you casually put the blame for your raging despair on every living man, with no respect for their obscurity or fame?

do your eyes shine with a piercing glint of steel? perhaps they may be blue or green?

is your hair as dark as a crow's wing?

do you play, write things and sing

with a voice that has a velvety tint?

if you do, please message me.

https://imgur.com/a/d27dLFs

hey you.

sitting here with a computer screen throwing off some cold zombie-like light on your face.

sitting and pretending that your thoughts belong to you and you only, scrolling indifferently and staying infinitely positive that things of real interest aren't easy to stumble upon in this hellhole named internet; therefore, don't deserve being looked for.

sometimes i do feel the same. walking on the same routes, seeing the same dead pigeons and living cats every day, being just this far from naming every single one of them. people are, by no means, the same and yet simply are not captivating enough to be remembered. it doesn't really seem upsetting to me, the fact that those passersby probably feel the same about me.

even though i do sometimes wish that a man would look into my eyes as directly as if he knew me to the core of my soul, to the unswept corners of my mind and embraced the depth of my slow sticky gloom as if it was his own.

in case you bear resemblance to that faceless man who constantly visits my dreams. what i ache for is someone who shares my love of old music and unawkward voice calls.

https://imgur.com/a/d27dLFs