Wish You Were Here


Wish You Were Here

We are who we are. As we run away from it, more pain grows in our hearts. I am afraid of loneliness. I feel paralysed, almost dead, the world freezes and so do I. There’s this tiny unspeakable balance for time I need alone and all the other time. It’s like unbearable madness to try to catch this balance and not to die in my thoughts. Everything is so unreal and scary and monsters are everywhere and I can’t do anything. I can’t breath, can’t scream and run away. I’m afraid it is back, or is it something new? The way I see images in my head, the time is so slow, that I can almost touch it, I can feel time, I can slow it down, it scares me.  I might be growing up or getting old or something, but the time changes, will it change me too? Will I stay forever young if I stop time. Or am I just a madman?