Numb

That's how I am.

And I guess that's what my brain is trying to solve.

By incepting these dreams that make me feel again.

You.

You were crying but he was comforting you.

It's a really weird feeling.

I'm sad that you have another 'he'.

Yet,

I'm happy that you have a 'he' to be there for you.

That at least, you have some sort of support.

And to be honest, I hope it's not just in my dream.

Snap!

I'm back lying in my bed.

Thinking of all the edits I have left.

(Well it isn't a lot anymore)

And all I feel is a complete contrast of my dream world.

I'm back into this shell.

Peeking through the cracks and honestly,

that's too much effort.

So, I sit at the corner of my shell.

And watch the world move by itself.

It's like a TV.

Things happen rapidly, like a movie trailer.

But nothing outside this shell intrigues me.

Not, anymore.

I've been searching high and low for this thing.

That very thing that will make me stand up in the shell,

And to peek through the cracks of the world again.

And, maybe.

Maybe if that inertia is high enough.

I will rip off that crack,

Squeeze myself out,

And be reborn.

And HOPE it's not yet another disguise of the world.

And please,

no more cracks.