There is a reality that is slipping away from my mind. I feel it leaving the crevices of my face—down my nose like a nosebleed, out my ears like water, dripping from my eyes like tears. The reality of life is slipping like a forgotten dream when one has just awoken from a slumber. A hint, a whisper of reality remains—is that all that there can be? I am breaking inside—cracking, crumbling, consumed by this lifeless dread of dark imbued by sadness and hopelessness. My body feels unreal, like it’s not mine. How did it get to this? How has my body swollen so much and my spirit died to such little? I do not wish to bear this weight any longer.
My stomach aches, bile running up my throat like a scream that cannot be let go. My arms, my legs, they give out, for I have such little strength left. I cannot stand on these feet anymore for I’ve cried too many tears—all of my strength flowing through them. My hands grasp for hope, for some sort of solace, but they simply run through the empty air.
These eyes have seen much, though cannot remember enough. These ears have heard pain and love, though they have become bitter. This mouth has spoken in love and hatred, though it no longer has a voice.
This body of mine, I cannot bear it any longer.
This mind of mine, I cannot trust it any longer.
This spirit of mine, I cannot cry for it any longer.
This soul of mine… It is but a figment, a speck floating through the stardust of the Universe, a place where a Word was spoken and never forgotten. Oh, but this soul, it is broken. It cries out. Can anyone hear it? Can anybody hear me?
A slumber is all I need. Yes, a slumber floating through an abyss. The abyss will be consumed.
There is a reality that is slipping away from my mind.