I Want To Be Held And Told Everything Will Be Okay
Depersonalization.... Right now... I am in a philosophical trance. Right now... I am questioning everything in sight, everything that I've interacted with, and even my own existence. I question the definition of living versus death's. I am interpreting my relationships' stance and what they amount too, what they even mean.
My brain is like a slow train, clogged on its own tracks of reality... while the scenery rushes by fast like speeding film. I feel as if I have a secret... But I don't know what it is or how to relate it with others. I pluck my passions in hope of isolating the cause of my sudden epiphanies; but fail. And the result is loneliness in a realm of thoughts.
So, sometimes, I want someone to snatch me from this daze... To hold me in protective arms with clear motives, sedate my floods, and tell me in a whisper, "Shh, Everything will be okay in the end."
My brain is like a slow train, clogged on its own tracks of reality... while the scenery rushes by fast like speeding film. I feel as if I have a secret... But I don't know what it is or how to relate it with others. I pluck my passions in hope of isolating the cause of my sudden epiphanies; but fail. And the result is loneliness in a realm of thoughts.
So, sometimes, I want someone to snatch me from this daze... To hold me in protective arms with clear motives, sedate my floods, and tell me in a whisper, "Shh, Everything will be okay in the end."
22-25, F
