1 year ago. July 30, 2022 at 3:30 PM
It feels so quiet today.
Silence.
Not this silence that isolates your brain and offers you peace.
A wird silence.
A feeling of Death.
Breathing stops.
Feelings stop.
Paralysed.
There is no one there.
A suffocating feeling.
Like watching yourself fading away, disappearing but there is nothing to do to stop it.
You can scream and shout.
But silence is stronger.
Silence can cover even the strongest screams sometimes.
"July 28.
I am more and more unable to think, to observe, to determine the truth of things, to remember, to speak, to share an experience; I am turning to stone, this is the truth. "
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
