furthermore

sometimes i feel like i could just disappear and i wouldn't even notice and neither would anyone else because that's how the world is, how life is

time always manages to slip on by so sneakily, i hardly even feel its tender tendrils grazing me and instead i am constantly in a daze watching the days, weeks, months repeat themselves and i can almost tune out and yet everything goes on as it always does

maybe it's feelings of futility or insignificance that make it so hard to do anything, especially when the lines and divisions of rights and wrongs are even grayer and hazier than they have ever been before

sometimes when i stare off into nothing, i am really floating in the empty space between my ears feeling and seeing nothing and sometimes it is hard for me to think that death is even emptier than that