19 June 2012
The light has been unrelenting for three days now. Three days.
Where did the nights go?
I miss the dark. Nothing but the sound of rain on the roof. Now the brightness shines through no matter what, distracting my irritated mind from rest.
This is almost as bad as when people disappeared. I can't sleep. Now my waking mind will dream of the people who will never return.
The world is falling apart bit by bit.
Tomorrow time will mean nothing. I can feel it.
Then (will it be then? If time is no more?) only the room I sit in will hold any form or substance.
What's the point? What is the damned point...
I wake up. Breathing heavily. Somehow reality is easier to deal with in waking.
Light • Opuss № I