ecmnesia
the only thing humans are equal in is death
- Aug 30, 2020
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so far sleep has been the only source of peace for me, its feels like death. the burdens of existence leaves and the void welcomes me, or should I say, the last remains of a conscious.
sometimes weirdly vivid dreams comes into scene. pure nonsense painted in bright colors and meant to calm the storm of loneliness that haunts me.
for a week or so, though, those dreams took a turn. they are all about cbt now. different, completely estranged methods, that I nurture, plan and as a final act execute.
they are so real. the shape of a cicuta flower, it's petal white as snow, whom I cherish dearly.
reality sooner or later crashes in though. slashing my breaths, crushing my soul, stealing the peace. in the blink of an eye, I am on the center of a tribunal. there are no judges, only empty spaces and eyes that could bore a whole through lead. standing I am accused. no right to defense. the echoes ask.
coward. coward. coward. coward. you could have it. shame you are weak.
sometimes weirdly vivid dreams comes into scene. pure nonsense painted in bright colors and meant to calm the storm of loneliness that haunts me.
for a week or so, though, those dreams took a turn. they are all about cbt now. different, completely estranged methods, that I nurture, plan and as a final act execute.
they are so real. the shape of a cicuta flower, it's petal white as snow, whom I cherish dearly.
reality sooner or later crashes in though. slashing my breaths, crushing my soul, stealing the peace. in the blink of an eye, I am on the center of a tribunal. there are no judges, only empty spaces and eyes that could bore a whole through lead. standing I am accused. no right to defense. the echoes ask.
coward. coward. coward. coward. you could have it. shame you are weak.