It doesn't feel real, any of it.
It's as though I'm in a dream-like state, watching the world crash around me and everything's falling apart and I try to wake up but I'm still asleep. It gives a whole new outlook on the expression "to dream your life away", but sometimes it's so much more dreaming than living and I realize I don't have a life at all.
I wake up every day and in that moment of haze I remember nothing, but then the ceiling falls on top of me and I don't die and that's when I know. I look at my hands and feel the universe in my fingers, I see me, I see me, I see everything and everyone that ever passed these walls and I am overwhelmed with disgust. The universe starts filling my lungs and you would think it would be beautiful but I can't breathe. Oh, how I am dying to breathe in something that isn't smoke or dust...
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Dust
Teen FictionIn Kellin's world the truth is a flimsy thing that's hard to get hold of. Mostly when you have been lying to yourself for years, to the point where you erase all sorts of memories. "Nothing happened", " you are fine", "it's all in your head". And wh...
