/lit/ - Literature

Everything is a blur and everything comes at once. Memories of dreams or maybe dreaming of memories. Its getting harder to tell the difference. ////between memories of the past, last nights nightmares and the delusions that slip into the shadows of sleepness weeks.///

My mind is a desert, always has been. Mountains lathered in shredded snow, shrouded by the pretty summer thunderstorm clouds and a city in such disrepair

I've been awake for sixty five hours and theres this dull roar, that has been growing louder and louder. It creeps in the way that the shadows creep closer after an evening of watching scary movies. Outside, under the sycamores and water locusts I try not to think about a summer day when I ran to the park and read a book atop a hill beneath the early morning sun. And I try not to think about the silence that suddenly overwhelms you like a tide, the absolute perfect stillness where the shadows are slowly shrinking away and the sun climbs grimly through the sky and there is no one around not a bird not a bee not another human and for a moment you wonder if this might not be the predicament all around the world and....and then you move because the stillness is unnerving and then you hear a sound. I spend to much time trapped in these ancient memories, dirty monologues that expose fears

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I've read this shit three times now anon, I think it's getting worse

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