Can you hear it? The fall. Is it odd that I am forever dwindling? It’s as if every fibre, every ounce of anything within me wants to drown. It’s like everything is moving so fast and I can’t keep up.
There are these moment, singular seconds where I feel
somewhat calm, but then I know it won’t last and as if the gods heard my thoughts
at that very moment they open the trap doors and off I go. I am descending into
the unknown, the abyss of utter clarity, not clarity of pure, white silk but the
kind that exposes you to the darkest parts off your own very core. The tarnished
dreams and the forgotten doors and the barbaric and sickly flaws.
What is man? What is mind? They are far from married because
I have never understood mine. They are apart and each will fall. So can you
hear it? Can you hear me fall? Or rather do you see me at all?
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