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“Your voice echoes in my mind. I don’t think I can ever forget your voice, that voice that whispered jokes to me at the most inappropriate times and told me the world was a cruel place long before you proved it.”
― Beneath
― Beneath
“You and I always preferred dark to light. But you were light. You were a ray of light hiding beneath dyed-black hair and sweatshirts in June.”
― Beneath
― Beneath
“Am I chasing an empty idea,
Or is the empty idea chasing me?
Everything that once was is gone.
What’s left, can I ever see?
My mind feels heavy
And yet my thoughts are few.
It takes up all and none of me.
You are all I ever knew.”
― Beneath
Or is the empty idea chasing me?
Everything that once was is gone.
What’s left, can I ever see?
My mind feels heavy
And yet my thoughts are few.
It takes up all and none of me.
You are all I ever knew.”
― Beneath
“Have you ever dreamed that you were running from something? You can feel it getting closer so you keep running. It gets so close to you that you think it will catch you. But you wake up. You wake up and you can’t remember what you were running from.
I can’t wake up.”
― Beneath
I can’t wake up.”
― Beneath
“Did you ever feel this way?
Did you ever feel a thousand words swimming through your veins, but they never slowed down enough for you to catch a few?
Did you ever stare endlessly at a page, unable to find the words you could feel in your heart?
A bird is singing above me. It always knows the song it wants to share with the world. Just like the song I heard at school—written by a boy whose violin is all he needs to create an entire story.
I keep trying to keep pieces of you alive. I want to write the way you wrote.
But I’m not you. And I’m not him. And I’m not a bird.”
― Beneath
Did you ever feel a thousand words swimming through your veins, but they never slowed down enough for you to catch a few?
Did you ever stare endlessly at a page, unable to find the words you could feel in your heart?
A bird is singing above me. It always knows the song it wants to share with the world. Just like the song I heard at school—written by a boy whose violin is all he needs to create an entire story.
I keep trying to keep pieces of you alive. I want to write the way you wrote.
But I’m not you. And I’m not him. And I’m not a bird.”
― Beneath



