Thoughts

Vast

Waves of emotion have began to bombard what's left of my ship of sanity. Each independent wave, crashing mercilessly on the vessel that's about to sink.

I feel my true self leaving me more and more each passing day, and I do nothing to stop her. She had grown weary of the way that she was changing: so she decided to leave. Slowly I feel her pulling more of herself away. When she finishes, there will be nothing but an empty shell remaining where she once stood. And I do nothing to stop her.

Where will this lead me? I feel no different than a lone wolf in another pack's territory. Always looking over the shoulder, equably keeping it's guard alert. Of fear of an ambush. Of an attack that has yet to come. I am this wolf.

The amount of clashing emotions has driven me to the brink of nothingness. I feel anger, fear, desperation. My fake smiles collide with my feelings of sadness. The happiness I feel of being single is pulverized by the loneliness I feel.

I am on the edge of nothingness. With naught to pull me back to safety.

My wolf is nearing the state of feral, sans a feeling security.

Whatever is left of my sanity is close to sinking, without a trace of it to be found.

And I know, not what to do.