apart fast. Pieces ripping off in the torrent that violently rushes past me. Each quiet moment that I encounter racks my body with reality. I crumble and my skin starts to peel off. So I try to keep moving. Every day and every moment. In my free time I build walls and construct elaborate strategies to keep everything on the other side.
But now this heavy wall a hundred feet high is right in front of me. I'm not sure it's very well constructed. I'm fairly certain it will crash down to crush me very soon. The cracks in my scull and each of my bones vibrate in anticipation.
Just waiting for the desolation.
your blog is so pretty and delicate looking, if that makes sense :)
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