My friend was talking about how she would never be able to go on a cruise; "It'd be fun the first day, but by the second day, I would realize that I can't get off the ship."
Holy shit, she's right.
After she said that, I started thinking about how scary it really would seem. And then I compared it to the world. I had a major break down in bed.
I just started hyperventilating, and realized I'm stuck;
"I'm stuck on this planet."
There's whole other universes out there, an endless amount of other worlds, and I'm stuck on this one.
I started crying, and whispering "I want to get off," but nothing happened.
No one was listening. No one ever listens.
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