Moss Eater

I’m a ghost to this town.

Staring blankly as the smoke billows into the crowded air.

Nameless, uncalling, and unwanted.

Everything here is so small,

like one of those minature villages in a train display.

No one really lives here,

It’s a place of healing, an inbetween from youth to adulthood.

Everything here is so small,

like it was planned to be

Hidden, nameless, and uncalling. 

Tumblr is a great distraction from work.

aaavisatsuma:

like ferreal ferreal?

I do believe it’s ferreal ferreal. But I may be mistaken.

Socially breaking down. Nothing is making much sense anymore. Reality is bending at a mere will, but in a subtle sort of way. On a manipulatable way. My haze is growing. That haze that divides me from my reality. I fear I’m going insane, and I fear no one will really understand why.

So I think I’ll say it now. I’m going insane because I know the truth that your not supposed to know. The truth deep down inside yourself that your ego makes you ignore. The truth that, if ignored, allows you to exist. I’ve found the truth, and the more I allow myself to accept that truth, the farther gone I become. The less I relate to people. The more I really understand people. The more things effect me, and in the same way don’t effect me. I find myself staying into conversation just to anchor myself someway.

Listening to my roomate/friends talk about the universe. Trying to understand it. And all I can do is laugh on the inside of the hilarity. They will probably never get that far down the rabbit hole. They don’t want to. To the point of lost ego. To the point where you cannot relate anything to anyone. To the point where your body is physically numb, where your lost in the cosmos alone.

To the stark reality that your no one but god itself.

I’m going to bed. Night fellas.

burnburnburn:

I just want to leave. I want to go no where. I don’t want people I don’t want any type of anything. I just want to find content in myself. but fuck me because I’m awful.

sassafrass haley, sassafrass.