Recovered fromhis tumblr blog verysmallbadthoughts.
I didn't wake up today. I'm trying to understand how I'm still here. My body still hurts, it's kind of comfoting. Even when my body is left behinf I still ache. It's just a little bit ironic. Not by much. But it's making me giggle. I'll keep writing everything down I guess.
It's funny how nothing changes unless you force it to. It's hard to think lately. Less than before. My mind is surprisingly clearer. Like my limbs. I'm giggling again. Never laughed too much before. It's nice.
Just didn't want to miss the 13th.
I still prefer my water boiling over freezing. Weird considering my actual body temperature.
I've been looking out the window a lot. I think I can leave. I want to leave. I'm going to pack my stuff and see if anyone notices.
Out is nice. It's cold, but I'm used to being cold now. Feeling the weigth of my body over my feet after this long is great. I've been walking since I left home.
I'm tired. Very tired. I'm still walking. I can't sleep. I can't stop walking yet.
My feet are deep in the sea. I look down and I see them. The water is warm. The salty water feels weird againts my bones.
My face is strange. I can feel it where it used to be, but I can't touch it like I used to touch it.
It's winter and yet, there's flowers everywhere I go. In my clothes, in the steps I leave, in my hair and my hands when I look at them. I feel like they grow in my veins.
