trettitre.

i just feel so grotesquely empty and absurdly full at the same time.  and i'm not even sure if i should scream or just lie incredibly still. i can't even fucking decide if i feel e-ve-rything, or, nothing.

- like, you feel conflicted, you mean?

i'm not talking about confliction, man, i'm talking about, i don't know, the terrible sensation of having the entire universe, and everything and everyone in it, inside your body, stretching your sanity way beyond it's limits, yet feeling so alone in the vastness and audacity of it, that there seems to be nothing there but you, you know?

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liten brøkdel av en finurlighet jeg skriver på. tjohei?