drifting
i'm sick, she says, that's how it's relevant to you.
i sit there realizing there's that feeling i always get. feeling like i'm floating in outer space. and everything, all the lights, all the colors, they dim down as they become dull and blurred. i don't know what to feel so high up there. not that i ever did, even stuck down here, but this is a different kind of lost. i feel so alone out there, so empty. and this threat of death hovers over my head constantly and it wont leave me alone. i know life is fragile, but is it this normal? how can you say something like that and then simply go on to complain about something that's so minuscule by comparison? i don't understand how two people can think so differently.
i sit there realizing there's that feeling i always get. feeling like i'm floating in outer space. and everything, all the lights, all the colors, they dim down as they become dull and blurred. i don't know what to feel so high up there. not that i ever did, even stuck down here, but this is a different kind of lost. i feel so alone out there, so empty. and this threat of death hovers over my head constantly and it wont leave me alone. i know life is fragile, but is it this normal? how can you say something like that and then simply go on to complain about something that's so minuscule by comparison? i don't understand how two people can think so differently.