Frustration grows as I know I will never leave the present.
I’ll seclude myself from you to include myself with me.
Nothing exists when I am alone.
I stop time. contemplate existence.
Nothing exists when I am alone.
But my skin still falls ever so slightly with each thought passing me by.
A cruel reminder that I am wrong.
Even when my clock stops the world clock tick-tocks.
As I relentlessly obsess over what comes next I abandon the present.
I abandon the future.
I am stuck in a construct of my own lifeline.
I’m unsure how to see outside this frame of mind.
My ego is my enemy. My only security.
The present comes packaged with a ribbon that I don’t have the guts to undo.
Terra Vagus
Terra Vagus is an introverted 20-something who resides in the Pacific Northwest. When they aren’t writing, they either have their nose in a book or they are out scouring abandoned and creepy places for anything paranormal.
Terra Vagus is a lover of animals, literature, ghosts and the Earth.
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