I am not sure if I can still call this living
I don't even know if I should live another day,
to watch the sun rise
and finally await for the next sunrise, the moon and stars blink in the dark blanketed sky
Every time I wake up,
I feel cold
and distant
As if I was never meant to exist
And I can't help but to wonder
If I am really alive? Or am I dead?
Maybe
I'm just simply existing but not living
Moving,
walking and talking
but not exactly breathing...
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Catharsis
Non-FictionI'm going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call the time eternity. I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I shan't recover this time. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I...