I lay in bed thinking about how fucked up life is with or without our knowing.
It's a humbling realization I have come across.
People lie.
This is obviously no surprise, but to the very few who have been there through it all, it stings. It's like touching an old fence only to find out it's been electric this whole time.
A divorce. Stolen money. Broken promises. Empty words.
Nothingness is what I have become. I am but a shadow in the corner or a frail leaf in the wind. My snow globe has been shaken. Everything that was once in place has been forcefully removed.
They tell me don't worry it will all fall back down eventually. But none of the boxes will be in the same spot. My world is askew.
My timer is running out.
Literally. It ran out of the room, screaming. My pillow tries to hold a conversation but I feel too tired to continue much longer.
Adiue to all, for my drooping eyes can bleed no more. I've already been drained of who I was, am, and ever will be.
