Grasping.

 

Grasping for a sense of self, is much like trying to hold water. try as i might, i am unable. i feel lost, and sometimes alienated by my actions. i hope at least you, dear onlooker, enjoy my description of the sensation. oh, how i seek an impossible escape. how i wish i could hide inside my mind, my dreams. but i cannot. i never will be able to. there is nobody inside my mind there to shelter me from the reality in which i dwell. so, henceforth, and from even before, i shall be alone within my head. at least i have a partner to look forward to, when i am of age. when i am not so cowardly.

  • Published June 22, 2021, 21:02
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