Where, I ask.
When, I ask.
How, I ask.
I ask the night as I lie awake, my eyes dry from staring at my phone for too long, my legs tired from walking around all day, my head heavy from a long day of thinking too much.
Where does this feeling come from? This longing for company that I do not have.
When does it start? There isn't a moment where I could say, now it has started, amd yet there somehow is exactly that moment.
How is it possible that something that has no reason at all, something that comes and goes like trains at the station, how does it have such an impact? I do not feel sad, I feel heavy.
I want to be a part of the shadows surrounding me but I am too far apart from death to let them consume me.
This is not what life is supposed to be. This is not what death is supposed to be.
This is the feeling of the night, it's this strange power that controls me. I am unable to understand its origins, I can't even locate it within me. It is this feeling that I refer to as the night that wears me down like a stone in a river. I lose all shape as the water grinds me to nothingness wherein I can't even find myself anymore. I have dissolved.
I have become the night.
-Aster Jinn
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An Artistic Approach To Life
Genel KurguThis is not a blog - although one might read a chapter and think it is. This is not a collection of short stories - although one might read a chapter and think it is. What this is supposed to be exactly isn't even clear to myself. Each chapter will...
