The thoughts rarely ever shut up. They are a constant torment i endure all the time. And whenever they go silent i become very afraid.
But after doing some deep thinking i've come to an unusual conclusion.
Perhaps i fear their silence because, without them, everything feel the way others experience their everyday life.
Perhaps i'm afraid of the silence because i get lonelier without something i've become so used to.
Perhaps these thoughts that never cease to disturb me give me comfort in a grim manner.
Maybe i am so accostumed to the thoughts and their messages that normalcy is wrong for me.
March 6th, 2018
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
