Mirrors
I'm listening to Battles.
They sound chaotic, with intervals of random unpredictable out of this world nonsense noise. Then there's some static, here and there, but there's also some melodic static lullabies of madness in between. Sometimes there's droning, wanking, boring moments. But it's mostly chaos. Sometimes it makes sense, sometimes it doesn't.
These battles I'm crashing into are chaotic, unpredictable, droning, tiring. These are familiar times. Though under different circumstances with a variety of nauseating scenarios. It's tiring. Very tiring. When I look in the mirror I can see invisible, battered lines on my face. I can't see it, but I can feel it. Over time, it gets deeper and deeper. Till it cuts through my skin, my bones. Through my entire flesh. Cutting me in pieces, in a million pieces. Over and over again.
How long can I last in these raging battles?
How much longer can I survive?
How much more will it take till I lose everything?
I lost everything once.
I think I can take another round of it.
I may just be able to crawl out of this ever deepening hole.
For now, I'm just enjoying this darkness around me.
It's comforting.
I remember this.
I remember this.
I remember this.
I'll just listen to Battles a little bit more.
Drowning in their droning, static chaos.
It's comforting.
I remember this.
I remember this.
I remember this.
