And suddenly, the emptyness…
But the words keep bouncing inside your head like a squash ball, from side to side, hurting you at every hit, and all you can do is look at them. No chance to grasp their meaning, no chance to realize if what you heard was true or if it is all just a bad dream… no time to think.
The world seems to stop spinning and you feel like a hedgehog standing in front of the headlights of a Ferrari approaching at 300km/h. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide… no time to think. J
ust that inevitable and agonizing wait for the pain. You wait for that mercy blow that will end the suffering for good. But it’s not that easy. Instead of a quick finish you’re left with a dull agony, a stupid ache that leaves your senses numb for some time but that leaves you space for hope…
Aaaah… hope. There has to always be hope… at least to get everything fucked up again and again. You hope that things go well, you hope that things stay well, you hope that things end well. And you hope you’ll be lucky to hope again. Hope is that light at the end of the tunnel that you run into, to later find out it is a train coming your way.
I got ran over by a train today and it is still hurting like hell…
But the words keep bouncing inside your head like a squash ball, from side to side, hurting you at every hit, and all you can do is look at them. No chance to grasp their meaning, no chance to realize if what you heard was true or if it is all just a bad dream… no time to think.
The world seems to stop spinning and you feel like a hedgehog standing in front of the headlights of a Ferrari approaching at 300km/h. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide… no time to think. J
ust that inevitable and agonizing wait for the pain. You wait for that mercy blow that will end the suffering for good. But it’s not that easy. Instead of a quick finish you’re left with a dull agony, a stupid ache that leaves your senses numb for some time but that leaves you space for hope…
Aaaah… hope. There has to always be hope… at least to get everything fucked up again and again. You hope that things go well, you hope that things stay well, you hope that things end well. And you hope you’ll be lucky to hope again. Hope is that light at the end of the tunnel that you run into, to later find out it is a train coming your way.
I got ran over by a train today and it is still hurting like hell…
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