Something is _wrong_.

Like, italicized kind of wrong.

Like, I can hardly breathe kind of wrong.

Like, I could reach out and shatter shadows kind of wrong.

Like, I am melting-falling apart-splintering off at the edges-drifting into murky emptiness-lost in nothing, nothing-

**_“Nothing’s wrong.”_**

Is what I would say, if anyone asked.

But no one does.

No one asks.

They can see it on my face, I’m ...

Deep illusion is in words I created

That I will speak for each one has a different meaning

For which I’ll say quotes

I made

Wich has illusions of the soul

‘Life doesn’t understand you, you don’t understand life’

‘It’s good to cry, everyone needs to break to become strong again’

‘Test and test people always make the same mistake’

‘Mistakes test us over and over, it’s when we pass the mistake...

Ok so this is just more of an information poll type post, because i want to bounce a few ideas around

Here they are:

- For june, doing weekly or bi weekly pride posts, about the history of pride, creating queer characters, poems, self discovery, terminology, and one about what different sexualities and gender identities mean! What do you guys think?

- Writing short stories or fanfics alongside m...

It won’t go away.

The illusion that people could just be…

**GONE**

all of the sudden.

The thoughts won’t go away.

What if my mom was gone?

What if my dad was gone?

What if any of my brothers were gone?

What if my dogs were gone?

_What if _**_I _**_was gone…_

By gone I don’t mean

_“just didn’t ever exist”_

I mean…

**Dead**_._

These thoughts,

these illusions,

playing through my head.

Every day.

E...

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I have a happy family

Parents that love me

Friends that are there

I do well at everything

The perfect person

With the perfect life

But that’s all an illusion

A performance for others

I HAVE the be perfect

My parents’ love conditional

My friends only surface level

I CANNOT do this anymore

I’ve tryed to leave, to die

They sayed it was an accident

They keeped it secret

Didn’t care to...

The illusion of my eye

I smell your breath

See your walk

See your hair

See your smile

I relive all the memories of our lives

But yet, all of that is an illusion of my soul

Cause I see your figure everyday

Doing all the stuff you do

Even when the gates are closed

I cast an illusion on you

To see you again...

you were an illusion all along

you have vanished before my eyes

and i cannot believe that you have left me here

to grieve for someone

that isn’t alive.

i hope you find happiness with others

although it can be hard to

when they are unable to see

but i know you are still here…

_i know you are still here…_

please come into my arms

i know you’re lonely right now

and that you need a hug

so i will giv...

You see me don’t you

But do you really? Really think.

Poof! Gone forever!...

the love within my heart

vanished into

thin air, accompanied

by tendrils of bloody smoke

and it never came back,

did it?

my heart itself

was practically an

illusion for

it was never there!

and i’ll say this

with a smile on my face,

because how else

should i tell you,

that i’ll never love you

like that?

with tears running

down my face?-

because that’s

not my style.

i’d rather go for

insane because

...

I been living in reflections,

chasing shapes that shift when I reach for ‘em.

Been standing in funhouse mirrors,

trying to figure out which version of me is real.

Maybe I ain’t ever known.

Maybe I been making myself up as I go—

new face for every season,

new mask for every room I walk into.

Not to deceive,

just to survive.

I mean, who am I

when I ain’t playing the role they expect?

Who am I

when...