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It doesn't feel what's real or unreal once you lose the control of your breath, It seems heavier everything inside and no one to understand what it feels like, It's the real mess! Just someone immersing you with its ****** and you can't shout or speak out, all you do is stare but no one look out when you are trying to breathe, but inside you are dead.
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
Real Or Unreal
It doesn't feel what's real or unreal once you lose the control of your breath, It seems heavier everything inside and no one to understand what it feels like, It's the real mess! Just someone immersing you with its ****** and you can't shout or speak out, all you do is stare but no one look out when you are trying to breathe, but inside you are dead.
I wrote this at 3:09 AM. I love writing at night and that's when I feel more me and less the other me which I'm not. I feel peace within me. I had rough days where dark used to feel scary, now I'm loving night.
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Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
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