It's frightening when the world around you is unable to feel, but it tears you apart when yourself is crossing the wall through insensibility and apathy. I am walking through town feeling like a ghost, glances piercing through my body. I am immune now to their words, their laughter, their sorrow.
There are few souls with whom I can share my ratty thoughts, which understand my situation by telling them just the slightest. I miss their companion, even though I am in that classic isolation-situation.
Note: "Anger is just one letter short of danger."
Listening to: Silversun Pickups - Three Seed
Above photos taken by Thanasis.
Thanasis and Buddha, the lovely puggle, always refreshing my mood.