Day without a hope

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Shinny happy people. They're all around me. I look at them and wonder: do they feel the same? Is it as hopeless for them as it is for me?

I have no idea.

I don't even know who I am anymore.

There was a time then I thought I was something, that I was someone. And then something cracked. Like an eggshell. One day the world seemed so clear and normal. In a split second that thin layer of normality just fucking burst, and I didn't know if this was how things looked like since day 1.

I know I am alive but why everything stopped moving? It's like the world stopped spinning and I'm the only one to notice.

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