We barely remember what came before this precious moment, choosing to be here right now. hold on, stay inside… this body holding me, reminding me that i am not alone in this body makes me feel eternal. all this pain is an illusion.
Twirling round with this familiar parable. spinning, weaving round each new experience. recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this chance to be alive and breathing. This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality. embrace this moment. remember. we are eternal. all this pain is an illusion.
warnings: swearing, anxiety, panic attack mention, if there’s anything else /please/ tell me
summary: He supposed he was luckier than most, what with a boyfriend halfway across town, but that didn’t make much of a difference when he was alone at midnight in a barren prison cell room. Yeah, there was laughter and Madonna down the hall, and Call of Duty explosions next door, but it felt like he was the only person left in the world. Just him and the hum of his laptop and the hum of the radiator and the hum of the city.