Searching for an Exit into the Light

[anonymous12]

I stare into the air as if it were a masterpiece; my eyelids unwavering, my pupils wide awake. When someone talks to me, I answer back as if I were the recording on an answering machine; my voice is not affectionate nor endearing, welcoming nor warm. However, no one seems to notice it or maybe they got used to it too. I try to connect to my surroundings, but the chord seems to be unwhole; I’m simply disconnected from myself and the rest of the world. Suddenly the numbness overcomes me, I try to ward it off, failing after the first trial but I never give up. In the darkness you will find me, searching for an exit into the light. Eventually I do find it peaking through a narrow window. However, it’s not the authentic whiteness; the one that’s infinite, but a small glimpse of what I’ll soon experience after I win this strenuous fight.

[oncewaslost]

Nice.... Deep too