"I imagine sometimes." I don't. I know. But the world tells me it is madness, and I am medicated for such. Perhaps not a smart move, but I cheat. I lean into this memory, this trauma I have inside. I try write, but I tear it all up. I am not dead. I am just imagining it. I am making up stories. I am just holding a facsimile of what I once knew for fact. Sometimes, I slip, the madness makes it out to be more than imagination. When you are a ghost, everyone is an angel. Even the demons, it's only their job; they are just playing pretend. Like I do when I write now. It sucks but I am a coward. I'm not brave enough to let the madness take me, like it should.
This was a very good read. It made me angry. Not with you though.
"I imagine sometimes." I don't. I know. But the world tells me it is madness, and I am medicated for such. Perhaps not a smart move, but I cheat. I lean into this memory, this trauma I have inside. I try write, but I tear it all up. I am not dead. I am just imagining it. I am making up stories. I am just holding a facsimile of what I once knew for fact. Sometimes, I slip, the madness makes it out to be more than imagination. When you are a ghost, everyone is an angel. Even the demons, it's only their job; they are just playing pretend. Like I do when I write now. It sucks but I am a coward. I'm not brave enough to let the madness take me, like it should.
This was a very good read. It made me angry. Not with you though.
Your writing rips me open every time Roman.
Like your paintings do me. Dropped you a painting in DM you might like.
Wow, this is incredible. (truly) lyrical, yet (eminently) real. Instantly subscribed.
This is beautiful, Roman! "I am a body. You are a soul. I am sand. You are ocean. God. Skies. Blue blue blue blue depth."
Thank you. Hope you’re having a brilliant day!
I am sun’s assistant some days. Hope yours is shining just as much!
Thanks, Ethan. Or in street parlance: kick ass!
Thank you, Sahara. What a kind thing to say.