i have been in contact with quite a number of friends whom i haven't seen in a long time. and all of them ask how i am doing..and i always tell them that i am still alive...that i am still dying. im not morbid, its just that that is the truth anyway.
and yet, i almost feel it.
i know that its dangerous to play around with ones mind..but on some days, it is as if i could peel pieces of me drifting by to go to some unknown place where there is surely no return. as if i feel shreds of skin, fingernails and sweat oozing out of me...falling out.
in short, i seem to feel as if i am dying.
perhaps i am just fucking wiht my mind..or perhaps what i am feeling are all too real.
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