a fateful haven

Everyday is the same. Threading a line between living and only existing. I’m waiting for something, anything, to wake me up from this. Nothing but that 80-proof anesthesia by my side, my lifeline. The lights are dim, flickering on and off. I wander outside and see nothing but a blank, snowy landscape, without a soul to be found, like some crazy dream. I go to speak, but no words come out. Not even the sound of the wind, or a distant car passing by. Am I even alive at all?? I can feel my heart beating. But really living is more than just a pulse. Is this all that’s left for me??

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