I feel my heart shrinking as though my bare hands were squeezing it. And as I watch myself fall deep within this hole; I fear time will simply be darkened. I try desperately to hold on to this mere string that once kept me alive. But sometimes my palms slip and sometimes I get the sensation this string is weakening. I have grown into resilience but it seems to be dissipating.
-I wonder how many more falls are needed until I reach sanity-
This pain at times unbearable is at the cause of my suffering tears. And as they stream down my pale cheeks, they seem to portray a water fall of agony. Yet, I cling to reasons, denying my own despair, in the only hopes that it'll all just be a nightmare. But I have yet to wake, my body covered in thorns of past memories and constant regrets. I apologize for feeling this way, as I've tried my best to cover up the pain. But today I cry. And no distractions will suffice.
I must ask then, when will this all end?
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life through words
No Ficciónlife through words is a collection of small texts I have written and gathered for you guys. it depicts the beauty and tragedies of life in a format that is different than my normal work.
