It's becoming dark and I can't find the light switch no matter how much I claw at the walls of this prison. It's getting cold too. It's always felt like that and feels colder as the hourglass is filled. I don't know what's the light anymore.  The line between reality and fantasy is like paint thats been mixed, seeping into each other and becoming one. What day, what time, what month, what year, I don't remember why I scratched those lines into the cold floor, don't know why I bothered. None of it matters now. I don't know me.

I only know this darkness.

-written on: Monday, 19 November 2012 [11:08PM]

-originally posted in a blog post on AFF