It's like being at the beach jumping waves when a massive wave you didn't see sweeps you off your feet and hurls you under the water. You mouth is full of sand and salt, you don't know which way is up, and you are struggling for air.
It's like you are a piece of a puzzle yet to be completed. You wait there alone and unattached, occassionally you lose a part of yourself as the puzzle Solver shapes you into the piece that will fit where you need to be.
It's like walking around with part of yourself missing, there is a hole in you that is only full of aching. And every fibre of your being longs for the missing part.
It's like being punched in the stomach while being hurled to the ground and stomped on.
It's like waking from a nightmare into another nightmare, till you aren't even certain you are awake when you finally do wake up sweating and terrified.
It's like being in a windowless cell so long you forget the feel of sun on your face, the taste of light in your eyes. So long that you wonder if anything is real beyond the cold stone of your prison.
Or something.
Emo out.
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