Adrift.
Casted to the void of nothing like a survivor of shipwreck.
In a shadowy room with nothing but thoughts to keep company.
Attempting to find value within solitude's melancholy.
Looking for a string. A start. Perhaps even an end.
Something to tug at.
Something to bring me hope.
Or at least to bring me closure.
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Did I find it?
Now intimate with the passages of mind, littered with sights I've never witnessed.
Was it worth it?
My 'dreams' haunting me at every turn, biting at my heels while I desperately search.
Can I turn back?
This ever emptying island gracing me long silences to reflect.
Normal was fine.
Long silences of panic, running from myself in cold condemning silence.
Why me?
Searching for what I was promised would never come.
Why do they all look at me?
Feeling spectator gazes on me from every angle. Struggling to breathe as my soul anxiously tears itself apart to look for my string.
I want to go home.
Finally finding it in arm's reach, the strain of pupils tightening audibly in horrific appreciation around me.
Real home. I miss mom. I miss dad.
Yanking it desperately, harshly, without care for my own well-being, lost within fearful haze.
Watching it all unravel.
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Daring myself to wake up.
Casted to the void of nothing like a survivor of shipwreck.
In a shadowy room with nothing but thoughts to keep company.
Attempting to find value within solitude's melancholy.
Looking for a string. A start. Perhaps even an end.
Something to tug at.
Something to bring me hope.
Or at least to bring me closure.
Did I find it?
Now intimate with the passages of mind, littered with sights I've never witnessed.
Was it worth it?
My 'dreams' haunting me at every turn, biting at my heels while I desperately search.
Can I turn back?
This ever emptying island gracing me long silences to reflect.
Normal was fine.
Long silences of panic, running from myself in cold condemning silence.
Why me?
Searching for what I was promised would never come.
Why do they all look at me?
Feeling spectator gazes on me from every angle. Struggling to breathe as my soul anxiously tears itself apart to look for my string.
I want to go home.
Finally finding it in arm's reach, the strain of pupils tightening audibly in horrific appreciation around me.
Real home. I miss mom. I miss dad.
Yanking it desperately, harshly, without care for my own well-being, lost within fearful haze.
Watching it all unravel.
Daring myself to wake up.