I can not feel at all.
Watch me.
As I slowly start to fall.
Kiss me.
And I swear I’ll kiss you back.
Miss me.
As I fade into the black.
| — | You are the reason I’m always getting faded… |
| — | You are the reason I’m always getting faded… |
Just a thought, to shed a little light.
D.N.Fitch xx
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“Most people want to believe or feel like they are the star of their life story. When their leading role is opposed or threatened, their deepest insecurities come bubbling to the surface to reveal a side of them they keep hidden beneath their ego. A wise and successful person has the ability to make others feel like they are the star. The leading role. The centre of their universe. The most important person in the room. Because at the end of the day, I think we all just want to be recognised. To be credited. To be awed. To be praised for our efforts and our work. To not fade away. Show a genuine interest in the leading role that each person plays in their own lives. Do this, and you will never have a shortage of friends. Do this, and you will win the respect & admiration of those you love. In shining a light on other’s lives, you unknowingly make yours shine ever brighter.” <3 |
CLARITY
By Dani Fitch
Things are starting to become much clearer now.
The haze that clouded my head has dissolved, alleviating the heaviness in my heart.
I can see the light at the end of this once endless, formidable tunnel.
For the first time in such a long time, I look forward to tomorrow and its inviting, sunny skies.
At last, I can stand up on my own two feet & move on from the sheltered life that I lead; totally dissolved in the essence of you.
My safety net was snatched from beneath my fall, making me stronger following my impact with the ground.
I speak, free of lies.
I see, free of blinding disappointment.
I hear, free of the burdensome information brought from my shadow warriors.
I am free of you, at last.
So now I can breathe.
Feeling of disarray.
Living for tomorrow and not for today.
Poisoned symphonies.
Empty sympathies.
Fruitless dreams I struggled for.
Attaining, but still wanting more.
Blemishes and imperfections.
Probing this life for some form of direction.
Disbelief and miscomprehension.
The high and lows, the apprehension.
Judgment, payment; desperation.
No escape; incarceration.
Question me to question you.
What is fake, what is true?
Smile and shine, or weep and burn.
Stand in line and wait your turn.
The silly dream I once dreamed of.
You, me and that burden we so called love.
All Gone.