Unknown.
Something doesn’t feel alright.
I personally know that saying goodbye is important, not on saying it, but meaning it. I’ve said goodbye a few times myself. Sometimes counciously, sometimes without knowing I was.
You see, there is a part of me that feels like: “There’s something that smells bad in here.”
I start sensing it aswell. Small things now annoy me. Things I didn’t get annoyed for before, but still being aware of their presence the whole time.
Either way, the weight of it all, that rusty old bad feeling, falls in my head every single time.
It’s me the malfunctioning part.
The errant inner part of myself. That has never seen light, but darkness. The one that lies with no souls besides it.
Toxicity at its finest.
Becomes clear the hole on the ceiling. Setting the inner one free.
Will the wound, kill the wounded.
Or will the wounded, heal the wound.
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Horus.
I personally know that saying goodbye is important, not on saying it, but meaning it. I’ve said goodbye a few times myself. Sometimes counciously, sometimes without knowing I was.
You see, there is a part of me that feels like: “There’s something that smells bad in here.”
I start sensing it aswell. Small things now annoy me. Things I didn’t get annoyed for before, but still being aware of their presence the whole time.
Either way, the weight of it all, that rusty old bad feeling, falls in my head every single time.
It’s me the malfunctioning part.
The errant inner part of myself. That has never seen light, but darkness. The one that lies with no souls besides it.
Toxicity at its finest.
Becomes clear the hole on the ceiling. Setting the inner one free.
Will the wound, kill the wounded.
Or will the wounded, heal the wound.
-
Horus.