Fundamentally At Sea

Is this going to be one of my less lucid day?

I can feel me slipping from sanity

Letting go of the frayed rope of control

Relishing the sickening sensation of realisation

You know nothing
Nothing about me
Nothing about anything

I have no word

You let it pass

I can no longer return

You can no longer ask

I never want to cause you trouble
Never want to see you sad

Yet sometimes,
It's better if
They stab this heart
And shoot this brain;
Drown me in sleeping gas.

No longer fighting,
Lina.

Manifesting

You say what you want out loud and clear.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
And I have no such outlet,
Would you understand?
And I have no outlet,
Would you understand?

Is it a wonder sleep is such a refuge?
Is it a wonder leaving is such a bless?
Is it a wonder loving is easier from a far?

Holding back tears, biting tongue,
Lina.

The Secret of The Heart

The little quirky thing that happens every so often:

Swallowing dinner...

Mom: Get ready, I'm going to matchmake you.

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLP!!

Dearest, with all due respect;

I want to see the world!

Mucho Love,
Lina.