And so, now I'm back. Where I belong.
Where breaths are lies, because I don't want to take them.
Where heartbeats do nothing more than mark wasted time.
Where moods and thoughts and musings are nothing more than faint textures fumblingly etched onto a terrible canvas.
Where I hold my tongue, as much as I can, because I cannot scream and because screaming is all that would be worthy. Where it doesn't make sense. Where there's no explanation. Where I can't be trusted.
Where it's all just too weird.
Where I pretend, all the time, that I'm moving toward something or away from something, but where I'm really just standing still. Rooted in this here and this now and this what and this why. Because there's nowhere else to go, and because there's nowhere else I want to be.
Where I belong.
Where I miss her.
I've been sleeping a lot lately. At least twelve hours every day. I've been dreaming a lot.
Goodnight, cruel world.