Max's Diary
001. intro
along with me being a person who loves designing things, i do enjoy writing in my spare time, i love writing poems, or even simply just blogging about my day. some of these entries can be emotional, sad, and some of these entries can be quite the opposite. it all depends on how im feeling. here i will write said entries.
002. poem 1
I borrowed personalities like sweaters, hoping one would finally fit. I'd always have that small voice in my head incessantly asking me over and over again, “who are you when nobody is looking?”. an empty shell that different personalities could slide into like puzzle pieces every time I switched from person to person, changing colors to match the others. I feel everything and nothing all at once, I am everything and nothing all at once. every single pause in your voice sounds like a suitcase zipper. a door slightly ajar, feeling like a goodbye. i would always love people like they're already packing to say goodbye. i scream into the empty silence; "no, not yet, im not ready!", over and over again but to no surprise, there was no response, it was empty after all. you were sunlight at noon and midnight by dinner.
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001. poem 2
i had finally done it, I learned how to disappear without ever even leaving the room. you didn’t ever need words to be present, you could hide it. hide all the gut wrenching feelings of despair you had rotting deep down in your core, that were always there, constantly poking and prodding at your brain over and over again until you would finally snap. scream and throw things, lash out at the ones you loved the most until they'd eventually leave too. it wouldn't be the first time, no, it was no way near the first time; the first time someone had left without saying goodbye, the first time you'd felt that feeling, the first time you'd fallen in love, the first time you cried, the first time it happened. but again you couldn't change the past, you could only reminisce of what could've been, what could've happened, the feelings you could've felt, anything that could've happened. its like it lingers in your mind constantly, driving you to the brink of insanity until you pass that barrier, take a leap.
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