Date: December 20th, 2017, 01:46 pm
“I am still here.”
I try to convince myself of this fact whilst sitting on the edge of my bed, mindlessly smoking a cigarette and staring out the window. I mutter the words once more, “I am still here,” my lips form the words, launch soundwaves into my room and they bounce off the walls, then they break and fall apart. But it all sounds so muted, as if there were filters in my ears. As if something’s clogging the machine.
And all around me are walls – endless and white. Unbreakable even, it seems. But I still can’t remain here. I need to head out, but the walls hold no doors, and the windows appear to be just a projection.
In here, I’m only walking in circles. In here, nothing is real.
But I am still here.
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