10th November.
Monday, November 10, 2008
The six-thousand-two-hundred-and-seventy-first night.
Last time I looked at it, it was still in the fifties, now around 20 days have passed.
I still feel alive, somehow. My mind feels okay, although I know it's showing signs of breakdown already : Sudden violent surges, mild madness, periodical urges to cry.
I can imagine the sky having patches of red already.
I try to make my eyes emotionless. I wonder if it worked. My eyes will hurt, but I don't mind. As long as people can't see anything in my eyes, they won't know how I'm feeling.
Yet the wish for someone to love me hasn't subsided one bit. What's wrong with me?
I can keep dreaming, but this dream is trapping me in for long enough...
If my mind is portrayed as the world, my screams would have destroyed it.
Wrecked,
NighT
Let it Rain.
21:06