Destitute.. Plain. Black. Hollow. A never ending spiral through which I'm falling. Grabbing the bannister, but clutching empty air in my hands. Falling, falling, falling. A rock hard bottom perhaps? I do not know. But what bothers me is that I couldn't care less. A bottomless pit. That's what I crave right now. For now, that is oblivion. A haven. Away from the noises of the world, away from its clutches. A void that refuses to be filled. One that refuses to leave the caverns of my mind. Thoughts, sliding inside my head, deep and dark, slimy like worms. I cringe. Why does it feel like I will never get out from here? Do I really want to? For now this feels dangerously close like home.
The dark and cold can never be home, come back to the light, come back to the warmth.
ReplyDeleteI'm back :)
DeleteYes, I agree with Cookie. There is no life in the dark, follow the light, move towards the light! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Love :) I feel better :)
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