Hello! I write words and thoughts and other things.
I Thought I Was Getting Better...
There is a fog in my mind.A barrier between my mind and my body and rest of the world. I am a comet, racing through the universe, leaving nothing but a blur of everything behind. Living in a haze, outside myself. The autopilot is on. I do not speak or move or think or feel, I just watch. Observe my own self live, or barely live. I sit and feel asleep, reality’s a dream, and dreams all feel too real;I wake up crying and never remember the dream.
I talked to an old friend a few weeks ago. We talked about the creases of our new lives, laughed about the old, made fun of our selves a little. He sent me a few paragraphs that felt bittersweet and ridiculously familiar. It was something he'd saved in his 'notes' section on his phone years ago. Something that I'd written when I was 15, when he asked me: