Where am I? What am I doing here? Is this a game?

Sudden awareness, is this a common thing?

I know this happened before but it still feels alien every time.

Why does this keep happening?

It’s a room I lock myself into for days, weeks, months. But when I get out I don’t remember what the room looks like, I just remember being there.

This isn’t our first time here, realizing that is a strange feeling no one can explain.

When there is a dent in my chest, many things find their way in there, but they always fall out of me very quickly.

But fear, fear is always there for me, it’s the only constant, it fits the mold perfectly. It might be sticky, it might be heavy, but it’s the choice between that or being empty.

But you, you are different, you weren’t pressed, you never had a depressed chest.

Where did you go? I can’t get up, the ground is so cold. I am alone again.

Maybe the meaning is being alone together, that was the only time I felt like I fit

In my own grave.