The day turned to night. And the night has been long.
He's been at bed all the time, watching his ordinary phone blink. Flashing new messages. As he tried to open those messages, different emotions came - just imagine different persons rushing through a small crazy thing and stayed there.
Insanity prevailed. Ghosts. Ghosts. He thought everything is a ghost. He's been always haunted by something he doesn't even know. Holding his ears, shouting for nothing. It was a different person. He knew it and yet he doesn't know why he's doing it.
He knew one thing. He's not okay. He's not. He stared again on that blinking cellphone. Afraid. That cellphone is a ghost.
He read. The message is still a ghost. He looked. And he knew that message wasn't a ghost anymore.
This apparition of himself is killing him. He was struck by the fact that he's stupid and he never get contented with what he have and what he holds today. Had his friends not texted him, he might have been found on the outside world, blood dripping from his hands, laying in such misery.
Still, they made them feel that even with such neglibility, he had worth.
The day came and he is starting again. Still not okay, but he is trying. Hoping he can make it, at least to be okay. :)
He's been at bed all the time, watching his ordinary phone blink. Flashing new messages. As he tried to open those messages, different emotions came - just imagine different persons rushing through a small crazy thing and stayed there.
Insanity prevailed. Ghosts. Ghosts. He thought everything is a ghost. He's been always haunted by something he doesn't even know. Holding his ears, shouting for nothing. It was a different person. He knew it and yet he doesn't know why he's doing it.
He knew one thing. He's not okay. He's not. He stared again on that blinking cellphone. Afraid. That cellphone is a ghost.
He read. The message is still a ghost. He looked. And he knew that message wasn't a ghost anymore.
This apparition of himself is killing him. He was struck by the fact that he's stupid and he never get contented with what he have and what he holds today. Had his friends not texted him, he might have been found on the outside world, blood dripping from his hands, laying in such misery.
Still, they made them feel that even with such neglibility, he had worth.
The day came and he is starting again. Still not okay, but he is trying. Hoping he can make it, at least to be okay. :)
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