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I am young and think I am strong. I see weakness through the daily window of reality and feel .... nothing .... which makes me feel even stronger.
As I lay on my soft comfortable chair, I feel safe and stable, untouchable almost unbeatable.
I do not realize the comfort of all its tenderness as day and night is passing, believing what I see makes me strong and the more I learn, live, the stronger I become.
The softness I lay on, is getting strangely softer each day and gains my attention every time a little more.
It feels like it took the shape of my back already so that it makes me hard to stand up.
Being focused on what the world shows me through the glass I nearly forgot myself , not having to care for pain, hardly ever being sick which makes it so less to worry .... that made me start to worry about my comfortable bed in which I lay that doesnt seem to let me out anymore already.
As I try standing up, I feel weak for the first time and see that my hands become somehow older.
I push myself with all my strenght to stand up, believing that I am strong enough.... I fail, in fact I just struggled myself deeper into my soft bed.
Shocked I rapidly realized that I am trapped. There is no way out of this bed, the more I try, the deeper I am stuck in this bed which became my tomb. I feel that each minute I spend to find a way out, I sink deeper in this softness, feelingless destiny.
I think the softness slowly start to harden and its putting pressure all arround me so I cannot move and feel harder to breath. I think something is going to eat me and there is nothing I can do about it.
Finally I see that I am entirely focused on myself and my window doesnt interest me anymore neigther what is going on outside. All I want is to get up and walk away from this swamp, this killing shit. But that wont happen. No, it is too late to just stand up and walk away.
Time consumed me already
I live not anymore of what I see butof what I have seen because it is all what is left for me....I cannot do anything else. It will not let me go, I am stuck here for eternity.
My dreams and my reality become one as I speak.
Farewell
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just thoughts
-Apollyon
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