Dear Sender,
Train tracks, part of my daily ritual that keeps me at least a little bit sane. sometimes
I don't think I could function without this. At least, every day I try to go to this place, and I think it just might be a life saver.
I lay down, right by them and wait for a train or two to go by. My favorite part is watching the train pass by just a foot away form my head. I can feel the ground shake and air rush past my face as adrenaline rushes through my body. In those moments everything is okay and I can feel like I did when I was young, full of life and emotion.
They don't like it, but I do it anyway. it's not like I'm sad, just relaxed. It's then that I can remember my childhood and think about the things that made sense. Before they found me I could be normal and actually do the things that most people did.
I was human back then.
Then it started to scare me and I couldn't seem to ever feel the same again. Soon I needed something relatively fucked up to do in my free time just to feel sane.
Emotion was all just a weakness to me by then. Soon I wasn't allowed to feel sadness, empathy, remorse, and that kind of thing So I realized that if that was what made someone human, then I didn't want to be that.
As my savior Dexter Morgan said, "I can see it, I can understand it, but I cannot feel it."
Now I don't really know what I am.
With love,
from me.
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With Love, From Me
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