The impostor

by Vortex   Apr 24, 2020


I’m so tired .. I’m craving sleep
But the thoughts are hunting me
I had to open my eyes.. to push them away
To write them down.

I’m not at square one .. I’m in a different place
Somewhere new to me .. I’m a stranger to my thoughts.
If feels odd.
All the voices are turned into flying pictures,
I can’t keep up with them
The girl hanging from the ceiling is gone ..
I can’t see her any more
The sadness and anger are gone
But with it every thing else turned into ash
I’m just a dead impostor inside her withering body pretending to be her but She is already gone

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