Sometimes I feel like my head is heavier than my body; like my head could comedically fall and roll off like in cartoons. Full of thoughts that are like water filling up the cavity in my head, overflowing like the cap of my brain is loose.
The water pools out like the beginning scene of Alice in Wonderland, filling up the room I'm confined in keeping my thoughts all to myself.
Eventually the water overflows over my head and I don't have the energy to swim anymore, the weight in and on my chest becoming too much. I just want to let go, my body fights and fights, survival being my first natural instinct, but I give in.
I'm tired. I don't wanna fight against the stream anymore, I just want to float along.
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Sparks in the Dark
Short StoryJust short stories and poems and vent writings I make
