time

time is passing by so fast...
I need to write and write and keep on writing to know that this is the present...
to know that I've lived
to show that I am still living....

feeling disconnected from reality...
feeling unreal...

I know, it's always the same
my emotions are always the same...
yet it is something that I just can't seem to handle well...
not that I cna handle a lot of things well anyway...
just that after so long, I ought to not be surprised about it...
I ought to be able to deal with it in daily living...

it's just repetitive posting of the same emptiness inside..
a void that nothing seems to be able to fill it...