I cannot dream.
I am stuck in a endless void of nothingness for 6 hours a day, everyday. I lay there in a state of blackness for hours on end. I am lost, with no hope of returning. I can't go on doing nothing anymore. Empty Space. That's all it is. The filling sound of fire crackling and the bright colors of crayons will never be seen again. I will do anything to repair them, to fix them. To bring back the sweetness of a full, vivid nights sleep. I tried everything they said, but nothing has worked. My creativy is running low to an extreme. My longing for dreaming is everything I think of. It consumes my brain. Paying attention is impossible now that dreams are non-existent.
Maybe, my missing of dreams is a sign of me missing reality.
My dreams are a state of nothingness. So my life is a state of nothingness.
Maybe, I don't exsist.
None of us exsist.
12/9/14
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Короткий рассказThis is where I write whatever comes to my head. Not interesting. Or worth your time. In fact, you shouldn't be here anyway. This is for me, because I am a twat. There is no point in me writing this. An existential crisis awaits.
