These days it's just big waves of fleeting memories. They rush and pull me in. I cling to them for dear life knowing too well, that I should let go. It's not good.

I don't care.

My perception of others are distorted. I don't know them. They are all strangers to me. I'm afraid of the outcome, of getting too close for comfort. Their words are incoherent and I don't take the initiative to clarify.

I don't care.

I'm stationary, within these walls I intricately built. Not a window in sight lest, some One or Thing gets in that may perturb me from my forced slumber of pain.

I don't care.

The flame dances to silence. I find this amusing. My fingertips trace the contours of my skin. I shiver. No touch has invaded.

I don't care.

My thoughts they wander delinquently. I can't cage them. Lost is the new found for me. I'm in a trance, my world is no longer mine. It doesn't feel home to me anymore if anything, I am the intruder.

I don't care.

I hear the drawing echo of reality. That demon will be the death of me. It won't let go. It claws through my flesh, ripping it to transparent shreds. It lingers, circling around me. I feel its stare on me. It's breath in calculated moments. It calls out to me.

I don't care.

I have often pondered on the concept of death. I was curious. Then, it visited me. Unwelcome guest. Many visits came but, it went past me like I don't exist. Maybe, I am not its type. I tease yet; it alludes me. A dangerous tango. I don't dance, I seem to have inherited two left feet. Finally, it just smiles, a cheesy smirk. It's watching me.

Should I care?.

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