And in that split second, a familiar sensation pushed right through my skin and perched on my insides. A brand new type of deja vu. It was partially refreshing, ah, my favourite word. It was mostly painful. I try to look around, I'm here again. You know where I am. You've been here before, too. On limited occasions we'd even meet here. The void. The void is where I am, but I can't see around me. I know I'm in the void from the goosebumps forming, causing my hairs to stand on end. It's somewhat chilly, and that smell, my gosh, it reminds me of the dentist. You're not here today, but I'm used to it. I'm more alone than ever and the silence is deafening. And then, a realisation. I feel so at home, which is weird. Everything is so horrible, but it's cosy. I've started to prefer it here now. I can feel my sanity slipping, but boy, of course I don't try to catch it back. Slipping, slipping, slipping.
And I'm back. I can see all these faces now, you're somewhere amongst them too.
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One Thing To Another (Renewed)
Non-FictionI find comfort in scribbling down my thoughts.
