I started listening to medicine by daughter and my mind wandered off to thinking about laxuss. In that moment I put my brain to work and managed to make this;
It’s 12 o’clock. Not being able to sleep I stare at my ceiling. My mind wanders thinking about twice the speed I can even comprehend. What need was there for sleep when your head is filled with demons and fear. There, dreams can’t grow and thrive. Being small, my mind was clear and filled with the thoughts and dreams of what I could do. I am not yet the person I want to be, nor do I think I ever will be. No, it’s not being a pessimist, it’s called being honest. It’s called being strong and facing reality. The reality was there was nothing left. The days where I didn’t know this truth my journey began once everyone left me. There I was left alone to fight my own thought. Now here I am. Anxiety ridden, depressed, and a whole other slew of flaws.
It’s 2 o’clock and my mind still wander. I do not need a clock to know the time. I have known this rut for too long not to know things step by step now. I hated the pills they gave me to try and help. All they did was taking a part of me a dull it for a brief sense of relief. None the less, it was still taking a part of me away. Those pills were the one thing stopping me from becoming who I want to be.
That's a lie.
I was the only thing stopping me, not the pills. I was the final boss, a boss that could never be taken down. One who was blessed with infinite health, Just so they can forever feel the stabbing in there heart on repeat.
My mind is still wondering. Now I’m thinking of what could be my future. The future I insist on playing out every bad scenario and forgetting about the favorable ones. We are people of habit; once we start there is no going back. The moment we think of ourselves as less than that once perfect and powerful mind is long gone, never to be seen again.
Now I think of my past. This is the past I am always struggling to escape from. It clings to me like a wet towel and refuses to let go. They are shadows that follow me wherever I go. On the outside I seem so calm and happy, but the truth is I’m fighting an eternal war.
With my mind as loud as it is I am forced to shut it down with even more medicine. This medicine I do not regret taking. It is welcome here, but it leaves a bitter taste as it goes down. It is long gone after the wave of water washes it out, for it to be forever forgotten.
also speaking of moirail, anyone got pale crushes?*shipper gonna ship*










