Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
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I observe the objects around me, and they remain static. In the exact place where I left them: none of them have moved, they are all the same. Because no one has moved the objects, no one has interacted. I am in a desert. Alone in the desert.
There is a funereal aura of silence permeating the reality I am experiencing. As if a psychological twilight overshadows my senses, and all I see is my own solitude reflected in the world. How it hurts me to know, oh God, how I would have liked to have been looked in the eyes. How I would have liked someone to see my true self and accept it. How I wanted to recognize the physicality of the other person who observes me with intense eye contact.
There is a funereal aura of silence permeating the reality I am experiencing. As if a psychological twilight overshadows my senses, and all I see is my own solitude reflected in the world. How it hurts me to know, oh God, how I would have liked to have been looked in the eyes. How I would have liked someone to see my true self and accept it. How I wanted to recognize the physicality of the other person who observes me with intense eye contact.