What a crazy long week.
I've stopped reaching out, stopped looking around me. I've just been sitting through my day, standing still through my thoughts and my interactions. Do you know what I mean? I feel like I am breaking a little more every day, taking up less and less involvement in my own life, breathing in less and less air despite my silent gasping.
Is the suffering real? Is there something concrete behind these inklings? Do you hear me at all? Do I even know how to be me?
No comments:
Post a Comment