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THeMaCHinE
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Darkness comes, and so do the tears. You lay in bed. Eyes open. Mind swirling and reeling like a mistreated child's toy. The day is over. The day that offered you the opportunity to distract yourself. To stay busy. To not think.
It feels good during the day — you fool yourself into thinking everything is OK. But even then, deep down, you question.
It's when the darkness presses in, that reality comes back to you. In force. Creeping like a malignant phantom. Whispering thoughts. Taunting memories. Analyzing everything. Again and again.
There is no relief.
Eventually, you fall into a fitful sleep. A sleep full of dreams that you never remember.
Morning comes. You're tired. You pull yourself out of bed, kids crying in the background. Your first thought of the day is that you wish you were still sleeping. Still unconscious and numb.
Staggering to the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You feel disgust. You feel uncertainty. You feel out of control. But mostly, you feel nothing. Someday it will be better. That's what you tell yourself. Sometimes you believe it.
Sighing, you start the routine. Soon, you feel well enough and wonder what all that stuff was all about. Weird. You get dressed, eat a quick breakfast and drink some flavorless coffee.
Stepping out of the door into the morning sun, the day begins anew.
It feels good during the day — you fool yourself into thinking everything is OK. But even then, deep down, you question.
It's when the darkness presses in, that reality comes back to you. In force. Creeping like a malignant phantom. Whispering thoughts. Taunting memories. Analyzing everything. Again and again.
There is no relief.
Eventually, you fall into a fitful sleep. A sleep full of dreams that you never remember.
Morning comes. You're tired. You pull yourself out of bed, kids crying in the background. Your first thought of the day is that you wish you were still sleeping. Still unconscious and numb.
Staggering to the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror. You feel disgust. You feel uncertainty. You feel out of control. But mostly, you feel nothing. Someday it will be better. That's what you tell yourself. Sometimes you believe it.
Sighing, you start the routine. Soon, you feel well enough and wonder what all that stuff was all about. Weird. You get dressed, eat a quick breakfast and drink some flavorless coffee.
Stepping out of the door into the morning sun, the day begins anew.
