Entry 36 || The Cracks Between Day and Dreaming

Daydreaming.

I sometimes get lost between the cracks of my mind. It’s similar to exploring an endless path of ravines stretching more than a hundred thousand miles, not knowing what lies beyond the distance. The farther you go, the more grueling it becomes to trek back. The deeper you go, the harder it becomes to turn back.

It’s a clever hidden call of the void—curious thoughts that invite you to wander too far from reality itself.

It usually takes hours to find your way back.

I, for instance, am still stuck, and it is incredibly dark, and cold, and hollow, and distant.

I simply look for those blind spots. The little spots for sunlight to peek through thin cracks just for a bit, 

and I savor those moments of reality.

But the void always keeps calling,

and limply, my body moves on its own. 

Nothing feels real.

I need to go to bed.