Someday you'll come across the darkest place in my mind and wish to overshadow it. You'll wish to declutter the closet that's stayed shut for years on end but the darkness thats inhabited my home never actually bothered to lock the door.
The room I am in. The space I am occupying has been vacant. There is nothingness in this mind of mine that seems filled to the brim with questions unanswered and thoughts unwelcomed to permit on the premise.
But still I feel absent in the life being presented in front of me. Gloom following my every move.
The darkness that looms over my body like a cloud hiding the sun from shining its rays is making me fade into fatal blackness.
The part of me that wants to stay here in this world doesn't seem to be tugging hard enough on the half of me that's so adamant to go.
To leave. But then the clouds that held the sun back for so long passes by and the sunrise is so blinding.
Making my thoughts sizzle and renders my dark side unsighted. Allowing just the right push my body needs to pull me over the edge I was standing on. And then I'm living. Once again. My will to live somewhat stronger by the ambush it attempted on the weaker part of my subconscious. For now I'm subdued. Until my next fatal reoccurrence.
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Deception is only ones perception of it
Historia CortaThese are just things I sort of think about. When my mind is clouded I tend to write . You don't have to read this but give it a try you may find that my deranged thoughts correspond to yours. ( 2nd account)
