girl.
SpeechlessThe days keep slipping by, just as I feared they might. I make a promise every year to slow down the clock, but it doesn't seem to want to rewind. Black rabbits and white rabbits and breathing dead rabbits. The conditions here are more than tolerable in small amounts. It's getting harder and harder to breathe in this new environment. The air is thick with drama and tension. There is a distance between us that only closes in the early hours of the morning, as I watch the sun rise, through the blinds, and the steady breathing through flesh imperfect, as he sleeps beside me. I find myself, more often now, lying awake, unable to rid myself of consciousness. The hours simply don't match up.
I have found that in watching static by myself I feel less alone than ever, but I don't mind the company that keeps me on edge. I scare myself to remember why my brain 'functions' as it does. The tangible darkness here is more real than anything I've experienced before, and it's comforting. I'd rather live with ghosts, for I know I'll eventually be one as well.
There is a story I will be telling, but it is not mine. I speak for those without mouths, those who can only whisper. It will be loved, it will be hated, it will be mourned. Everyone will remember now. There is no denying now. The helpless will destroy, through sheer numbers. They are not statistics anymore. This period has become a comma, and shows no signs of stopping.
Devious Comments
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"I don't want anything to do with You or the thoroughly sick world You live in. Count me out. I am going home, to the Norwegian countryside..."- V. Vikernes
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"This is a terrible world! Why am I here?!"
"For tea parties!!!"
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"I don't want anything to do with You or the thoroughly sick world You live in. Count me out. I am going home, to the Norwegian countryside..."- V. Vikernes
--
"This is a terrible world! Why am I here?!"
"For tea parties!!!"
--
"I don't want anything to do with You or the thoroughly sick world You live in. Count me out. I am going home, to the Norwegian countryside..."- V. Vikernes
--
"This is a terrible world! Why am I here?!"
"For tea parties!!!"
There's evil marshmellows?
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"I don't want anything to do with You or the thoroughly sick world You live in. Count me out. I am going home, to the Norwegian countryside..."- V. Vikernes
--
"This is a terrible world! Why am I here?!"
"For tea parties!!!"
--
"I don't want anything to do with You or the thoroughly sick world You live in. Count me out. I am going home, to the Norwegian countryside..."- V. Vikernes
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