I will never know
what had rot my heart
it just came and went
in the dark

Wrapped up in my reveries

I've been finding time plenty more bearable being alone than around other people. Books become more entertaining than socialization. It's a lot more comforting really. No one there to shoot an odd look when I have my random outbursts and grimacing moments. Like how I ran away today, even if it was for only an hour. An hour of pure peace and quiet. Somehow I manage. I just need to occupy myself with a constant something. No big deal! And for now it's reading the Hunger Games trilogy (sadly to which I am about to finish very soon). Then it's back to searching for another something to fill the void.

Well, I guess I should have seen this coming pulling such an idiotic move like that. It's so hard to rid my mind of such childish thoughts plagued with worry when the stupid memories keep resurfacing. I wish I could really say I am wrapped up in all my reveries when asked what's on my mind, but instead there's honestly nothing pleasant to say because it's not reveries but regrets.

"Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing than reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost — Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream. But the act of waking is dependent on remembering." -Blankets