I feel like i've drifted off the mainland of humanity and unconsciously migrated to an island in some remote place. I think i was born on this island, but i don't know the name of it. I just know it for the environment. It's a strange place and stranger still is me living inside it.
I dream that I came from a rainbow, but one that shed all its colour and fell down from the sky only to land on a swampy land that seemed like a homely place. I wondered why and how i ever came from there. The taste of the mainland has besotted me into addiction. I'm in agony and pain from the withdrawal of being connected.
A disconnection seems so silent, but the realization is as sudden as the last beat of the heart before one dies. There's no warning to it, just a sweeping feeling of gloom before a pitfall of sadness swallows you whole. And then in a split second it all occurs to you: that before your own eyes you fell into the black sea and was swept away by the current to a far away land. That's where i've ended up. I'm trying to swim back against the current.
I don't see anyone ahead, but there's always hope of that light ahead. Yeah, this light is something warm but you might not see it as a bright illumination. It's like a feeling, especially in this mass crowd of indifference. The people around you seem like barriers around you. There's sounds and voices, but the feeling of hope glitters in and out, fading and growing in strength. But you just have to believe it and reach for it - or it'll be lost.
Swimming is an exercise, a torture, a burden and a paralysis. But sometimes we just fall without realizing it. It's sad but true. But there's always hope - and that's not too good to be true. Hold on and you'll reach your destination.
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