As rain streaks down the window pane,
I find myself dissociating again.
All the world is colored gray,
My body feels numb and cold.
Thoughts drift like clouds
Through the silent night.
Lost whispers fading from sight.
Yet in the dark, a flicker.
A reminder that hope can, eventually, emerge.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 5:13 PM UTC
As rain streaks down the window pane,
I find myself dissociating again.
All the world is colored gray,
My body feels numb and cold.
Thoughts drift like clouds
Through the silent night.
Lost whispers fading from sight.
Yet in the dark, a flicker.
A reminder that hope can, eventually, emerge.