tired.
always tired.
my mind is a black hole
you can’t escape
the darkness
it’s everywhere,
engulfing me
engulfing everything i used to love.
My Running Words
by: Isa Gutierrez
Wednesday, September 13, 2023
tired.
Tuesday, September 12, 2023
Untitled (a short personal essay)
I wonder if I’m not happy because I don’t know how. I don’t remember the last time i was really, truly happy, but I can clearly remember the times I’ve spent crying in bed at 2 am.
I tend to break apart when I’m alone, in the dark, like my weakness is a shameful secret. No matter what I’m doing or where I’m going, I carry darkness with me like an old friend. I can’t let go.
Sometimes I wonder why I’ve been hurt so many times, and sometimes I think I know. I’m scared of being alone. Yet somehow, the times I’ve felt the most alone are the times I’ve spent with friends, having fun. It scares me in that moment, how life feels so perfect right then, because I know it’ll all end, and soon I’ll be alone again. It always ends.
I remember being eight years old and writing in my diary at school: “I wish I could start life over. I would do it right this time.” I’ve always felt a deep sense of anguish inside of me: is it who I am, or who I grew to be?
Thursday, November 16, 2017
Untitled. 11.16.17
It's Been A Long Year 10.21.17
I DON'T LIKE THIS 9.22.17
stains 8.6.17
Saturday, October 21, 2017
a letter to my future self
when your hair is white, your mind is wise,
and your hands are a testament of time?
what will your old, graying self think
of things you think you can't live without?
did the doctor's visits work, is sushi still my favorite food, do you still watch
reality tv like it's a religion?
are you proud? proud i was strong enough?
if nothing remains the same, if my outward appearance changes and i get a
new dog and paint the walls of my bedroom----
i can love, and laugh, and graduate, and live----
do you think about that seemingly simple fact and smile?
smile because i have a life to live now----
smile because you have lived it?