Exhaustion.
Loneliness. Emptiness. Sadness.
Even if I shut my eyes and close my ears, time will still be ticking. The world is old and the world is cold. This space will still be closing in on me, on you; on us.
We were born to be lone wolves. Always out after the sun, always on the run. We are bound to dive into the night, to walk on top of a deep darkness. I am destined to search for the source of muted white noises. You are going nowhere, moving no more, looking for no one.
We stumble upon each other.
I'm reading your mind.
You're reading my heart.
Like a chain reaction, we are awakened.
We exchange glances because we're too afraid to touch. We know that this look will stay in our memories overnight, but a touch can last a life time. We don't know what's inside ourselves. We're perfect pictures looking for a single error.
YOU ARE READING
Exhaustion: The 7th Sense
General FictionYou are my sixth sense. We become my seventh sense. {a short fiction inspired by NCT U - 7th Sense and NCT U - Without You, on how I perceive general anxiety and social anxiety}
