letter #5
i've come to realize that there is actually a time of day where i'm truly happy.
and that does translate to me being unhappy almost twenty four seven. you could call me a sadist, whatever. go figure.
but there's a moment in time, when your eyes flit open at the brink of waking up; a flint of a second that's filled with pure grace and happiness and bliss, where you just forget all of your problems and insecurities and troubles. it's the time where your brain has yet to register all the anguish and pain that you're supposed to feel, and for a second, you just lie there, floating in your own bubble of bliss and tranquility.
but all bubbles pop, and when reality comes back to bite you in the ass, it bites hard. everything comes crashing down at you, and just like that, your temporary waft of peaceful abyss is gone.
and i don't know about you, but that's the second in the day that i live for the most. and it may only be a second, but the happiness i feel during that blink is absolutely irreplaceable.
alright i'm going to stop being so dramatic and poetic now, because really. i'm a teenager, and there's only so much deep thoughts that we can fathom in a day.
but you understand me right? or maybe not. i wouldn't know.
the point is, stranger, that i really, really, really hope that you aren't like me--that you don't live for that split of a second--it's just not a good life, in all honesty.
i hope that you're happy, stranger. i hope that you live for the good moments, for the smiles that other people give you, for the laughs that unconsciously leave your mouth. i hope that you live for the good days--the days that i will probably never have. i don't know.
i prefer sleeping, and it's not because i'm lazy, nor is it because i'm tired of the truckload of school work that they dump on us every week--i mean i am tired, but i'm tired of life in general. i like sleeping because when you sleep, you don't feel the pain, and you're thrust into a world where insecurities and third world problems don't exist, where reality is a distant and far away land.
oh how i wish i could sleep forever.
until the next,
an obscurity
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a/n: idek but just
okay
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Obscurity
Teen FictionAlexander Twill didn't know what the word obscurity meant until he found a mysterious parchment in the hole of the old oak tree that grew on the outskirts of his high school. After losing an important family heirloom and finding a washed-up and myst...
