459: Grey
Listless, dry, unwavering…going insane. Unsure of the future, wishing I were younger, wishing I had never left my home city, sleeping away the days hoping for something to look forward to. Not having anyone accept me beyond the weird, lonely body that I am for more than a fleeting day or week in my life. Preferring to be lost in wildly meaningless dreams that have me chasing something or something chasing me. That when I feel more alive in dreams than in life, the universe is gifting a realisation I am yet to make. Perhaps I have already made that realisation, and I am in denial.
~Serendipitous
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