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blackpromises

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isn't it haunting? when you fall so deep down the rabbit hole, even a droplet of rain cannot reach you. when you live the same hell in your nightmares, always. when the lines of reality blur; and you're left lost, forlorn and exhausted. yet again.

when you have no respite, even in your dreams.

and what do you do in that moment? that moment where your entire world turns upside down and everything familiar to you is torn apart right from its roots? when your lungs stop working and your horrendous heartbeat is all you can hear. when everything feels surreal, and you hope that you'll wake up tomorrow just fine because this has to be a dream. when everything is numb. when you are a stranger to yourself.

what do you do in that moment?

there was her, and her prison of a mind. maybe they were one and the same; she did not know. rough nails, flitting eyes, the constant trying of finding a way to escape. invisible, yet present in the moment. just a dump of broken promises, yet so much more than that. screams that were as quiet as a whisper. it hurt. it hurt. it hurt.

perfect is a word i've come to despise. a social construct that does nothing but limit. it takes you somewhere you can never be yourself. always striving to go and fit into that tiny hole up there, when you are so much more than that. when you can engulf that hole and spread extraordinarily beyond that. when you can be infinite.

perfect is what limits us, because we are so much more than that.