It's 03 17
I can't sleep.
That numb feeling washes over again.
Breaking down inside. Skin keeping me together.
Flesh bound together.
Heart pounding, ripping open inside.
I can't keep wearing these faint echoes.
Echoes of a craving. Echoes that send ripples up my bones.
I can't keep my eyes open, I can't keep them closed.
I feel like I'm waking from a coma to a new world. A world that does not exist.
Is this what life feels like?
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Comments2
Between sleep and wakefulness a hypnogogic state where things no longer feel real. A lovely write
Residing in that empty space where we question what is real and what is not, nicely expressed and written
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