today was one of those days
those days where you drag yourself out of bed, just wishing to stay.
when the sun rays hit differently than normal, you just want to avoid them.
Today was one of those days where nothings wrong,
but something feels wrong.
The Hollow looming over my shoulder, waiting for the moment to strike.
It’s a gradual process, slowly losing the energy I’ve worked so hard to guard.
The Hollow consumes me piece by piece, starting with my stature and ending with my mind.
And the toughest part is understanding why.
When people ask, I tell them I’m fine
because I don’t have answer.
it’s easier to lie.
Holding back the cries by the skin of my teeth
It’s one of the those days.
Those days where nothings really wrong,
but I think it’s all wrong.
It’s wrong to be this happy.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.