It's all very tough to digest. Actually, I haven't even began to realize what has happened yet.
How did I get here?
And, most importantly - where do I go from here?
The pain is temporary. It's fleeting & fickle like the moments themselves. The memory, though. The memory is a son of a *****
I'm sitting here, sipping on an overpriced energy drink. Inhaling all of the nicotine that I could inhale before reality settles in. A reality, so heavy and daunting. Like the sound of army boots stepping on abandoned cobblestones.
Like slipping into a vast space of sorrow & heartbreak.
The pain is inconsistent. I wish it was painful, because that is the only way I could actually begin to feel.