and how would they grasp the idea of being forsaken, abandoned, and neglected? the disgust and resentment one has felt would never be on par with the way these imbeciles entertain themselves with the thought of other’s despair and agony.
and the darkness felt surreal once more. it was as soft and as comforting as the clouds above. lying beneath it— pondering how the world spins faster than I once thought it should be.
above the clouds, floating and keeping the disposition. it is rather difficult to keep one’s self steady— despising the turbulence and simply wishing to not tremble in diffidence once more