Sometimes, life kills me. Most of the time, I KILL IT.
This time is one of those “Sometimes” moments.
One of those moments when all you want to do is assume the fetal position and drown in anything other than your thoughts. Its one of those moments when you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders — your lungs collapse, your chest caves in, and you want nothing more than to simply give the fuck up.
Its one of those moments that feel like they last for an eternity. You know each moment is new and yet here you are, still, exactly, the same. One of those moments where you look around and nothing has changed… except you.
Its like, one of those moments remembering another moment. A happier one. Wanting nothing more than to relive it — maybe not the moment per se, but just the feeling you had when you were in it. Shit, any feeling other than this one.
Its one of those moments that replay over and over again in your head. The moment that changed everything. And you know that moment is in the past, but THAT moment still lingers with you and taints THIS moment, then the next. That moment is still real, making this moment nonexistant.
Because in this moment, you can’t even begin to pinpoint which fucked up feeling is consuming you. This moment, you wish to pass. And it does… but u feel the same about the moment after, and the moment after that, and the moment after that. The world hasn’t stopped…but yours has. Right here. In this moment.
Yeah, its one of THOSE moments.
And its fucking killing me.