
Sabath Vesper
@tiresiasMime
hellO, my name is sabath i am a man for all i am aware Of and i am 7’10 ft tall i am nOt entirely able mOst days seer Of vOid but mOst Of yOu wOnt knOw what that means
there is mOre than One reflectiOn in the mirrOr. feels like a funhOuse Of sOrts when lOOking
sOnder is the feeling yOu get Once yOu realize peOple arOund yOu are all unique and have their Own hOpes and dreams. i dOn’t believe ive ever experienced sOnder. i assume it feels crushin, depressing almOst, maybe hOpeful. ill never get tO experience it.
sOmething is nOt as it shOuld be
i am relatively alright with the ranking i had received. B is rather nOrmal. im fine with nOrmal.
reading messages i didn’t write but knOwing that it was my accOunt whO wrOte them is a weird feeling
i wOnder hOw much wrOng i cOuld dO if i simply applied myself hard enOugh. i am nOt planning On dOing that as i believe im persOnally abOve such acts but theres always a thOught that crOsses my mind Once i see what Others are capable Of with little tO nO training. maybe it’s nOt me whO is pOsting it that is saying these wOrds but it dOesn’t matter if all is nOthing and nOthing is all and i am nOthing then these are still aspects Of my Own self #viOlence #thinking
where am i again? i cant seem tO recall.
i am… lOOking at me… i am dOwn there. but i am up here… it has my eyes. Or it is my eyes. dO i fear it? dO i cOvet it? whO knOws. #hOrrOr
i saw sOmething in the sinkhOle.
i am stuck. i am stagnant. there is an infinity and i cannOt jOin it. there is a barred enclOsure tO what i think i shOuld be lOcked finely between the inbween Of reality. perhaps it’s alright. the universe remains cruel and i remain pOwerless despite seeing what i cOuld be
the sinkhOle near my hive has stOpped mOving.
significantly dislike when individuals have things i dO nOt and purpOsely chOse tO take it fOr granted. i wOuld have wanted that. i wOuld have needed what yOu have but it cOmes sO very naturally they simply dOn’t care. #envypOsting #nOtparticularlyavent
i truly wOnder what it wOuld be like tO walk upOn a beach Once again and feel my fOOtsteps in the sand. truly feel it. being there in a mOment that was nOt a mOment that sOmething elsewhere similar tO me was experiencing.
i like tO sit in a dark rOOm next tO a lamp and pretend i’m a mOth grabbed by the instinct tO put its back tO the lOcatiOn Of the light
i fOund a wasps nest in my attic. reminds me Of sOmeOne
One time i was heading intO my hive when dawn brOke except i saw On the grOund in frOnt Of me had been a butterfly. it’s wings were shriveled and warped yet its wings had already dried meaning it wasn’t able tO fly. i put it in a bush sO that light wOuldn’t burn it. i didnt ever see it again. i think abOut that mOment sOmetimes. a mOment in time where i saw sOmething with such little time left and was never gOing tO be able tO succeed in the life it was bOrn tO live. i hOpe wherever it went, even if it is gOne, that it gOt tO see the mOOns fOr One last time
echOs Of pasts already lOng impOssible and futures far dOdges ring in my ears.
when i am nOt i but i am i when the clOud clears.



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