I'm in a bubble . I'm in a space that only contains a certain amount of air. It is horrible being free mentally and caged physically. I love in an asylum yet I am not the one in need of help I am the one placed here to test the waters almost as a mouse in a maze.
What does it feel like to be alive but not living ? It feels like sleeping but not dreaming , it feels like eating and no being full enough.. What does it mean to be living ? Living is when you can let go.
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Jazs's Journal
AléatoireA collection of my daily journal entries , thoughts , poems , memories and emotions ... Will be updated regularly