I feel like I don’t say this enough, but
FUCK!! FUUUUCK FUCK FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK!! WHAT IS GOING ON!!
I tasted happiness like a sweet wine on my tongue. It made me happy and drunk. But just like wine runs out, happiness runs out to.
No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was going through life asleep. It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. ‘Hold tight’, I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.
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Haruki Murakami, Sleep (via wordsnquotes) |
