Enclosed
un/un.
It’s blackness, enclosing around you. Taking your breath away, at first. Its grin grows wider every passing day. It numbs you to everything, it’s not sharp stabbing pain, it’s the dull ache that never goes away. It whispers to you, taking all your hope and positivity, leaving you with a mind in shreds.
You can be happy, but it will creep back in, making you feel hopeless once more. There is no more purpose, no more wishing. The world becomes dull to you, the concept that the life of most human beings is a cycle becomes incomprehensible. What is the point? This is what it whispers to you, in the darkness, or when you’re least expecting it.
You hate the fact that you have no control on your life, that there is nothing else in the world except going to school, getting a job, getting married, having kids and then living the rest of your life with these decisions. There are no adventures, no fairytale endings. You are only a tiny dust particular in the matter of the Universe. It laughs as these thoughts go through your mind, it knows its winning.
The darkness grows louder, it’s like a wave; every time you manage to come up for air it swallows you back and it keeps pressing down on you. It unravels your mind, deconstructs your body, explodes your emotions. The only thing you can think of it how very tired you are, and how
sleeping forever
doesn’t
sound
as horrible
as it
should.
You can be happy, but it will creep back in, making you feel hopeless once more. There is no more purpose, no more wishing. The world becomes dull to you, the concept that the life of most human beings is a cycle becomes incomprehensible. What is the point? This is what it whispers to you, in the darkness, or when you’re least expecting it.
You hate the fact that you have no control on your life, that there is nothing else in the world except going to school, getting a job, getting married, having kids and then living the rest of your life with these decisions. There are no adventures, no fairytale endings. You are only a tiny dust particular in the matter of the Universe. It laughs as these thoughts go through your mind, it knows its winning.
The darkness grows louder, it’s like a wave; every time you manage to come up for air it swallows you back and it keeps pressing down on you. It unravels your mind, deconstructs your body, explodes your emotions. The only thing you can think of it how very tired you are, and how
sleeping forever
doesn’t
sound
as horrible
as it
should.
♠ ♠ ♠
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