White Wall

My memory isn’t holding up. I’m in this very dark place; not mentally, but literally in this dark place and I don’t know how I got here. I don’t know how I’m communicating through my Journal and I don’t even know if it is getting out to the world. I’m just blind guessing at the moment. Have I always been in this dark place? It feels so.

Sometimes I don’t remember being in this dark place; sometimes I remember in a world full of hope and promise, where I felt integrated with a society of people.Other times, all I see is a foggy wasteland, staring at a crevice in the sky; waiting for eternity.

I feel as if something or someone is tampering with my core system. I know this, and I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t feel like a human does, but I do. Except I cannot live a human life.

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