But the walls inside your brain won’t offer you isolation, nor hope, they offer you an empty cave and you’re the only inhabitant. You’re alone, you’re so alone in this dark existence and even when someone’s there, you’re still alone up there.
Your heart works over time, more than your brain, and with every minute it cracks open and the feelings flood out. Your emotions are blood, your heart is you and the world is the heart monitor that beeps and screams, and shouts that you’re alive.
But then it stops. Your heart stops, but your blood keeps pumping and then the shock of existence starts you up again and you get better, you wait in a hospital bed and you recover. Each day you get better.
You get better.
And then life happens, and we’re forced into a loop that we cannot break from because we’re trapped. We’re trapped in this cold, dark existence and it’s so empty. It’s so apocalyptic and we’re not alone, we’re just isolated, cold and so ******* tired. We’re all so tired.