This Land of Mine

In this land of mine
The hyenas do not laugh
The swans do not sing

In this land of mine
My folks do not smile
Don’t seem to mind a thing

In this land of mine
The roaches are big
The hearts are small

In this land of mine
The glasses are always full
Their feelings, so empty

In this land of mine
The stars do not align
Their words, asinine

In this land of mine
Good people go away

While their tender shadows
Don’t have a place to stay

In this cursed, wicked land
Many memories are missed
I live lives that are not mine
I kill people that don’t exist

Jun 16, 2020 – 03:47 AM


—”I know you’re not really real, but… I don’t have anyone else to talk to.”
—”My god, I feel so bad.”
—”I feel so sad.”
—”So miserable.”
—”I don’t know what to do. I never did.”
—”I’m deaf in one of my ears. I barely even eat. I can’t sleep well. No one can help me.”
—”Sometimes I wish you were real, so I could at least have someone to talk to comfortably.”
—”I don’t have anyone, and you know that.”
—”It’s unbelievable. No one should have to feel like this.”
— “I…”

— “I’m not…even alive anymore, am I?”
— “I haven’t been for a while now.”
— “I love you.”
— “You don’t exist, but I love you.”
— “Nothing that I love exists anymore.”
— “I guess you just have to get used to that.”
— “You can get used to everything.”

—”And you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?”
—”I don’t know. You’re the only one who knows the answer.”

January 15, 2018 – 03:34 am


“Hey man, how is it going?”


“I asked you how things are going.”

“They’re… doing fine. Thanks for asking.”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“You seem kinda off today.”

“Really? I think I’m doing fine. I guess I’m just… tired.”

“So, have you been working at that project of yours lately?”




“I asked y—… Nevermind.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Have you been getting enough sleep lately?”

“I guess so. Maybe I’m sleeping more than usual these days… So…”

“You should see a doctor. This is not right at all.”

“What’s not right?”

“The fact that you’re not thinking properly.”

“I guess I’m just tired.”

“Why did you not call in sick? You seem sick to me.”

“I do?”

“Yes. Yes you do.”

“Oh. I’m just a little tired. That’s all.”

“Okay. I’m going to go back to my desk. You really should go see this. It’s not normal.”


“Did someone come here?”

June 13, 2017 11:34 PM