There are days you want to
shout at the world and have walls
crumble at the echo, a couple stars
jar from their places in heaven —
just so you can be certain you exist.
There are those days when you're
sure that your heart has stopped
beating, that you're merely
surviving by force of habit, not
because your blood is pumping,
or anything is happening in you
at all. These days pass, but always
there are more, an infinite array
of existences just shy of oblivion.
One day at a time, do I hear?
I think that's the whole problem.
Kyle
3:08am monday, 14th october
Sometimes it can feel like that. Like there are not enough things happening in life for it to be real. Like everyone moved on and you were stuck here...on this day while everyone else see's another day.
Kyle