It’s as if I’m drifting away from everything I expected myself to become…
Closer to what I always knew I was; and yet desperately needed to go back.
No, no it’s more than that, I can’t express it. I feel my pulse with every breath, escaping from my heart. Because my illusion, the gray suffering, is starting to dispel the haze around my soul,
causing every broken part of my dreams, to rest on the bottom. And in the passing silence, erect a metastasis of a city, with my apathy and loneliness as its skyscrapers. “A shattered window in that shadowy landslide, means nothing to them.
myself
