Time is moving so slowly at the moment that I’m not entirely sure whether it’s even moving at all.
I feel lost, disconnected from this thing called life. Where has everyone gone and what does it mean? I feel so infinitely small like a tiny speck of dust floating in the air. Will I ever even land at all?
Something is wrong yet I’m not quite sure what it is or how to get rid of it. Is it just another feeling that will eventually pass or is it more than that? Either way, I don’t know what to do with it so I will sit here not knowing, hoping that something shifts sooner rather than later.
The world around me is moving yet I can’t convince myself that it’s worth caring about. I don’t care about it, like it doesn’t care about me. It feels as though nothing important happens in my tiny slice of the universe anyways.
For now, here I remain. Trapped within the walls of my nightmares, unable to move in any direction.