there are only few things, as painful as seeing someone else live your dreams. People around you will assure you to no end that everything is peachy, and it might actually be in relative terms, but within you there is a void, a hollowness which keeps resonating " This is not you, This is not where you should be,". It goes on and on like a broken record. Inside of your head feels like as if it is being eaten up by swarming locusts. Time which usually is like a bird looses its wings and morphs into a python
No comments:
Post a Comment