Sometimes I don’t know if the silence is real.
The voices in my head are so loud that it feels like everyone around me is telling me a different story ..
And I can’t keep up.
I sit in an empty room and the rumbles of my thoughts are as loud as thunder when the streets are quiet and deserted.
It’s just so loud.
Sometimes I only exist in my head
Sometimes I forget I’m bound to earth too.
One night I wrote a list that consisted of everything I wanted to do.
In the morning when I woke up I searched and searched only to realize that I hadn’t actually written it.
Reality is so difficult to set apart from my dreams because it just feels
I keep building walls around myself without meaning to.
I keep encarcerating myself in a cell of my own fantasy
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