Disintegrating Perception
My life is changing so rapidly that I can't see straight. I wave my hand in front of my face and the image seems grotesque and distorted. This hand was once so intricately carved with lines of yesteryear, and now I only see them when I make an attempt to. Where have they gone? These memories were a part of me, and still are, yet they have turned into something different. Something I have left behind. I don't want to, but I have no choice as my desperate attempts to revert back into fetal position were to no avail.
It is useless to grapple with invisible matter. What is gone will forever stay that way. Why can't I accept that?
I type these words, but something life-changing must happen to imprint them into my mind permanently.
Honestly, I'm not even sad. Or I'm pretending to not be sad. I don't know which is worse; being in the depths of despair or denying the fact that I have lost a friendship very dear to me.
I'd sooner surrender than watch the last wall collapse.
It is useless to grapple with invisible matter. What is gone will forever stay that way. Why can't I accept that?
I type these words, but something life-changing must happen to imprint them into my mind permanently.
Honestly, I'm not even sad. Or I'm pretending to not be sad. I don't know which is worse; being in the depths of despair or denying the fact that I have lost a friendship very dear to me.
I'd sooner surrender than watch the last wall collapse.