I don't enjoy this feeling. The of the absence of feeling, if that even indeed is a feeling in itself. I don't know what's missing. I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't know how I can piece myself together again. Sometimes I feel so ambient as though I'm floating through auras and radiance from another time. I dont even look back at another time. I'm just there. It's now. Then becomes now. Now becomes nothing more than a day gone by. I can't think. I feel like I'm falling apart at the seams and something is just ripping me open. I'm running through open empty grey fields with no perception of time. My only sense of space is emptiness.
I feel like a ghost.
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