(n) the realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore
It stopped making sense awhile ago, and now I'm wondering if it ever made sense, but when you realize this, it makes you feel empty.
It made me feel as if a cat who's never gotten their nails cut scratched the back of my throat in one vertical motion. But no blood came out, because all the blood went straight down to my twos, making me light headed and dizzy, stumbling for balance because all of a sudden, my toes were heavier.
The gash in my throat roaring with a burning sensation, throbbing as it swelled up, closing off any thing from getting down it. No air filled my lungs. I couldn't feel anything except the blood pulsing in my toes and the pain in my throat.
I was numb all over.
I had lost the relief of feeling the ground underneath me. I was starting to float up, up, up, all the screws coming loose and falling out. My brain was gone, lightning me up by taking all those thoughts weighing me down away. My heart soon stopped beating, but the blood still kept pulsing in my toes. Soon that stopped too. And then all of a sudden I was frozen. I was cold all over, unable to move, unable to stop floating away.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
