What a cliché title.
I feel my senses slowly being ripped apart, and in a dull angle it seemed painful.
I feel the heat of this pain, but that's all. I feel no sharp jabs, nor harsh stings, but if feel it's heat.
And as I sit here like so, I have the faintest feeling of being in the middle of a merry go round. But not exactly.
More like my carcass in another dimension is feeling it, and I'm getting the second hand. A slight woozy feeling.
It all seems fake and disproportionate and I swear to god I could live this way. In the world of modest insanity.
It feels like a rounded fire. It's there, yet the sharp flames don't stab at me. Yet I feel the warmth. And it's amazing.
Please let me live here. Where I say what I feel and laugh like I mean and cry only when necessary. I miss being fucking normal.
