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waitingforrest
Elementalist
- Dec 27, 2021
- 842
If I recover, I still can't find myself happy. Even if everything was perfect, it all still feels wrong.
There is this persistant melancholy when I think about the future. The same kind of feeling I get when I am in a place without any trace of civilization. Just staring off into the sky, when all the mundane responsibilites of life are irrelevant. Where time feels on pause and everything is still.
As if I am nostalgic for memories that never happened or in a constant state of reflection. Just knowing that eventually everything will change, be replaced, and forgotten.
It is sad yet calm at the same time. I don't know, if I can continue to even live to old age feeling this way. I don't know if I can stand to see the consequences of our species's greed.
Or maybe I accidentally measured the cough syrup wrong. Fuck
There is this persistant melancholy when I think about the future. The same kind of feeling I get when I am in a place without any trace of civilization. Just staring off into the sky, when all the mundane responsibilites of life are irrelevant. Where time feels on pause and everything is still.
As if I am nostalgic for memories that never happened or in a constant state of reflection. Just knowing that eventually everything will change, be replaced, and forgotten.
It is sad yet calm at the same time. I don't know, if I can continue to even live to old age feeling this way. I don't know if I can stand to see the consequences of our species's greed.
Or maybe I accidentally measured the cough syrup wrong. Fuck