23 May 2012
Why is the opposite of love hate? Why is the end of life death? Why am I still here, though my heart's stopped beating? I'm running, yet I do not move, I'm running from the truth.
The coffin's closed, they couldn't let us see the body, not after it fell down to earth with a sickening crunch.
Black clothes only add to my deepening despair. The clothes, the vows, the lingering tension in the air make it feel all the more real. It's not, or at least that's what I tell myself.
Already I can feel it coming, that final realisation which tells me I am very awake. I am awake in a nightmare.
Sleep • Opuss № I