||[Dec. 29th, 2014|05:27 am]
freewrites, dreams, memories...
I still wish I were dead.|
Like the leaves that fall from the trees. Get crunched by your boot in the autumn streets. Broken down to dust.
I still rise in the morning.
Stare into a mirror that looks right back at me. 'You're blind, you see. That emptiness inside, it just won't leave.'
I still watch the time.
Fast forward, freeze frame, hit play. Day after day, nothing ever changes. Endless, repeating.
I still try to escape.
That dizzying hallway and all the locked doors. They hold broken records, and memories and thoughts. I am alone.