Do you ever get the feeling the crazy from another person has become yours? As if in the moment they stormed away, they left behind their screwball ghost, and you... have become its home.
I never knew the feel of pacing the floor before I met you sweetheart. I didn't know what blind panic was. Every time I close eyes to sleep, I succeed in the most tragic of nightmares. Vivid, full on colour. I would say they were beautiful, if they weren't filled with so much horror.
And the voices... not actual word tones. Just echoes from everything said. I want to mute them all, drive out your demons and cover us with holiness.
You know I'm not a girl who seeks religion, but when I get desperate, I can believe in anything. God becomes my best friend. But if there is a God, would he believe in me? Would he think the girl who still believes in you is out of her tiny mind?
Sometimes I wonder if any of us are physically present. If we are only projecting our characters like a giant laser from a distant planet, connecting in the middle, just enough to feel these fragile bodies, and everything we experience is just a mind game. We excel at mind games.
How ridiculous that we, these small squishy morsels, stuck to an enormous ball float in a vast universe none of us can get close enough to understand, or agree how it came to be. The burning question remains... how did I get here? I mean, how did I 'really' get here?
There are too many thoughts, maybe I have finally reached crazy?
I talk to you as if you were still in my sight. Surely, only a mad girl would do that? Thoughts feed on thoughts, and breed more thoughts. Right now, only one thing matters... how do I silence the noise?
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Awakening
General Fiction"Do you ever get the feeling the crazy from another person has somehow become yours? As if in the moment they stormed away in anger, they left behind their screwball ghost, and you... have become it's home." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
