The sounds coming through the door are amplified by my desperation to not hear them, and my sickening desire to listen out for them. Every moan, and every gasp, echoes around my ears, as their gentle conversing rumbles like thunder through my head.
Author: SurrealX
I crave the darkness to settle on this world and remove all the fakness, and hide all of me.
Actually it’s me… who’ll never understand
She offers an understanding look on her face as she listens to me ramble funny stories about my deathly obsessions, and psychotic mind. While I am looking into her eyes I stop caring about my mind. She doesn’t hate, and so I find it hard to hate when I am with her.
The Mouse and I
On the bed my fear is evolved by the idea of certain death. My mind is racing at a million miles an hour through everything I had ever done. I can’t think of enough things to keep up with it, and there’s too much on it to stop. The night before is a blur.
On A Swing in a Dark Park
You know what I have just done? I sat on a swing, in a park. Yes I was in a park at four in the morning sitting on a swing because that is where I felt comfortable. And you know what? Children normally play in this park… the sounds of young, happy and active voices… Continue reading On A Swing in a Dark Park