I feel like I’ve died many times before, but I’m still alive. I just died again right now. I don’t really feel like a phoenix though, just a being tortured for millennia. I have lost the ability to speak. I am mute. I need a translator. Maybe with this new death my soul will be brought closer to rest. Maybe not. Right now I feel in pain. I don’t want to talk anymore. I want to go walk to the ocean and sit there for a bit. But it’s night time, and the view of the dark sky above the shady waves makes me feel like I’m going to throw up. Good bye.
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