Just stuff in notes, maybe someone relates…
you’re like an invisible mask in the dark,
there’s not a chance you’ll let someone to see you, making me your hostage, shutting my mouth,
you’re like blackhole in my head, *** everything positive and good and making it disappear, making me a walking empty body,
you’re a gravedigger, burying my dreams, my happiness, my hope, my place for love, yet my soul.
You’re just like other people, making me hate the way I live, the way I am…
You’re the cruelest judge, the loudest whisper in my head, my worst bully, the most cunning thief of my confidence, my spark…
And still, your identity is a mystery for me.
@Pikq
Yes I can relate. This mysterious blackhole that zaps in everything positive has effected me and I tried to understand it too. Sometimes, it used to be based in my unconscious worry or apprehension about the future. I also used to think it sometimes got activated when I would be ignoring important things even in the present and then ignorance is not bliss because the unconscious can't afford it. I learnt to pay attention to what it may have been trying to communicate to me. But other times, it also could just be unnecessary negativity accumulated from people around you. Needing to be mindfully sorted and helped out.
You've written and expressed and described it beautifully. Good poetry. Real, raw, honest, powerful. Cheers
