I finally feel like the world isn't falling.
Earth has stopped crumbling.
I can take a deep breath in and finally relax.
Oddly enough, it felt like the world was never falling, to begin with.
As if the world tumbling and folding into little bits was all in my head.
I hate saying something is "all in my head."
It makes me feel like reality as I see it is fake.
Isn't that scary?
Seeing what isn't true.
I wish I could see my Gods.
Would they be proud?
I think so, well, Apollo would be watching over me now.
Admiring how he is acknowledged for all the poems he wrote with my flesh and bones.
Maybe I'm a bit sleepy.
I've been thinking.
If I could go back to someone or something.
Who or what would I choose?
Gods, I hate contemplation, overstimulation to my brain.
I zone out a lot.
People waving in my face, getting me back down from space.
Space is my brain and it's a safe place.
I like floating away.
The serenity of a resting place.
Relaxing in my bed as soft jazz plays.
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