Creating drama!

I have wondered why anybody would enjoy reading a Dystopia diary.Why waste hours on words only describing the darkest moments?The things we don‘t really want to go through?Is it creating drama? Repeating negative emotions and causing them in others? Is it all just displaying the big mess I am making in my head? It is

I’m still saying these things

You‘re not here anymoreand I‘m still saying these things. I‘m still saying these thingsthat I did not ever want to say before,that I did not even joke about. You‘re goneand I‘m still saying these thingsthat I wanted to say to you. I‘m still saying these thingsalthough you can‘t hear me. But I‘m still saying these

Dreaming of kissing strangers

Missing those times, when there were just strangers. Discovering those eyes of his,and how they conquer the world,and are wounds ripped into this face,giving a clear view into shadows. Missing those times, when coffee and cake made up another witching dream. When skin on skin was thoughtand a beating heartgave away a violet sparkle. Missing