I've seen him in the last few days. Invisible yet it has a strong. It slowly tortures you as the time goes by. As hours pass, it succumbs inside me as I lay down to think what I should do.
Thinking! Thinking! Thinking! Sigh!
There's nothing to do, but to toss and turn. All I can do is to wait for me to fall asleep. Do everything in my dream. Hours and hours passed.
It seems like days. This excruciating torture is nothing physical but mentally. It surpasses the brain nerves without even knowing it's even there.
More sigh! More hours had passed and my brains are almost getting fried. There's no one to talk to. It's like I'm inside an asylum, paranoid on just about everything.
I'm starting to stutter, stare at a lot of things and boom, I'll explode into nothingness or yet a question of existence but somewhere else.
About Me
- randomgirl01
- Call me Joyce.. A bibliophile, cinephile, insanely sane, twisted mind, horrifyingly eccentric, an evolutionist, paradox of different worlds, ill-mannered creature, sensitive freak, voracious eater of information, defies gravity, excessive compulsive, unlimited playfulness, intrepid craziness, a viking, annihilates boredom, "curiouser and curiouser", my dystopic world,a constant behavioral seeker, unexpected decisions, instant recovery, occassional numbness, selective amnesia, emotional torture, gullible girl... and These are my random thoughts. These what makes us human. You can read my other works here: http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/chimeangel01
No comments:
Post a Comment