Constantly living in the shadows of self doubt.
Unsure of who I am.
Memories spiraling together like web threads.
Distorted images in my mind, like paint drops in pools of water.
No sensation, just a calloused numbness.
Hiding behind a stoic mask, tears of anger and burning smoky thoughts.
I am lost... trapped in a hazy stupor.
Forever wandering the murkiness of uncertainty.
An echo in the hollows of my heart.
Your voice is resonating through the deepest parts of my mind, as if you were here.
I needed guidance, and here I am walking alone.
Who am I?
Who am I...
About the Creator
Israel "Jade" Hector
Hello! My name is Israel but you can call me Izzy for short. I do freelance writing as a form of self-expression and release. I love the macabre, dark, and spooky kind of things... sometimes the darkness can be a beautiful place!
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