I’ll remember these days. I am searching, desperately searching for those people who truly matter to me. It feels like I am so far away from everything and everyone, yet I am running. I keep moving, steady as you go, they say, and I don’t mind. I’m still here today, after all, aren’t I?
I find myself spouting hymns, lost in the lyrics and meanings, trying to make sense of it all. Every word, every line, feels like an arrow in the knee, especially when life isn’t so kind. It’s strange how time warps when your mind turns to fiction. Hours stretch into days, days into years, and it feels like forever.
I choose the long way, always. Maybe it’s stubbornness or just the need to take in every detail, every experience, even if it burns. The heat is intense, but I don’t mind. I am so far away from what I know, from comfort, but it’s what I need.
Sometimes, it’s the nights that haunt me the most. Nights without sleep, where imagination runs wild, turning the dark spaces of my mind into vivid, unsettling visions. Vibration, that constant hum of anxiety, is my only companion.
Again and again, I find myself spouting hymns, repeating those familiar refrains, trying to hold onto something, anything. Life keeps aiming its arrows at me, and it isn’t always kind. But here I am, standing, feeling like time is stretching into an eternity.
And in these moments, when my mind turns to fiction, reality blurs. The lines between what is real and what is imagined become indistinguishable. It feels like forever when you’re lost in your thoughts, when your mind conjures up stories and nightmares that feel all too real. But here I am, still moving forward, still waiting, still searching.
“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” -Psalm 23:4