Gray Wounds
A Phantasmagoria
- Jun 27, 2018
- 575
This past few weeks I'm not seeing the world in a brighter perspective. I mean, I've tried to but I can't. Knowing that everything's just so wrong and are unlikely to get any better.
It's like days are a blur to me. A distant memory sneaking right before me. There's nothing and yet I feel so crowded. Every day's just me staring right into nothing, thinking of nothing but seeing the rope, the videos of the man and of the girl who died on it, their faces which are slowly being replaced by mine. And then back to nothing again. Just a slacker, that I am. I don't feel like doing anything aside from resting. Or is it what I need?
Good thing, I've been gaining a bit of time with my body right now. Unlike before. But, still, I'm struggling but with a touch of love in my insanity.
It's like days are a blur to me. A distant memory sneaking right before me. There's nothing and yet I feel so crowded. Every day's just me staring right into nothing, thinking of nothing but seeing the rope, the videos of the man and of the girl who died on it, their faces which are slowly being replaced by mine. And then back to nothing again. Just a slacker, that I am. I don't feel like doing anything aside from resting. Or is it what I need?
Good thing, I've been gaining a bit of time with my body right now. Unlike before. But, still, I'm struggling but with a touch of love in my insanity.
