It’s hard to tell a story when you have no story to tell. Time seems to fly sometimes, and then it stands still. Nothing is quite real beyond what you allow yourself to believe. The taste, the water trickling down, no sorrows, no thought. I’m not quite sure what I mean, half the time.
Dear gods, I’m so restless. It’s been quite a while since I felt this way. It used to happen all the time. I guess I have all kinds of reasons at the moment, though.
Save me from grace. I miss you so much. I wonder if I claw at the walls when I am close or when I am straying too far away. It’s rather annoying to search for something when you don’t know what you’re searching for.
I’m worried. Again. I don’t want to be put in that situation. But waiting is… mindnumbing.
I don’t know where my mind is. All over the damn place. Not getting much said, but I have no point to get across, anyway. I don’t want to go to sleep.
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