trance to the sun
“ and, by what I fear, the light has burnt away. “
i don’t know how many days or nights or years i have come to exist on this earth but.. i don’t think i have time to count anymore. im eating away at myself. i am bound to die soon and surely no one would understand enough to save me, or to pay attention to me.
it’s a little selfish, am i even allowed to call myself an ‘i’? is that applicable? am i even a person? i don’t think so, but that delusion that i am clings on to me, or the concept of me.
in the past, i have been called many things by many different people. some took a leap of desire - only tragedy is able to tell us whether they made it dead or alive. but the best thing to describe myself as is a parasite. and that’s all i ever will be.
i eat away at people, at myself. and nothing will help to stop that. i consume and consumed what was mine even if i had no choice.