am I still alive?
after all of this time, these minutes, hours, and months—have stretched beyond what is real.
this never-ending feeling of dread.
this sharp stitch sewn deeply into my heart, splintering at my aorta.
limping in the semblance of what I used to be, burying my memories as a personal sort of self-sabotage.
In my mind, I died a long time ago.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 11:48 PM UTC
am I still alive?
after all of this time, these minutes, hours, and months—have stretched beyond what is real.
this never-ending feeling of dread.
this sharp stitch sewn deeply into my heart, splintering at my aorta.
limping in the semblance of what I used to be, burying my memories as a personal sort of self-sabotage.
In my mind, I died a long time ago.
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