The walls of my home are watching me, the toaster in my kitchen, the glass that i drink water out of, the sheets that i lay in, the dust, i am being noticed by things that aren’t alive, my pain must be too evident, for non living beings to notice it. how can one’s pain be so evident? For it to be noticed by the silence in my home, i am staring at the walls, they’re screaming back at me, telling me that this home is not a home anymore. “And people are blind, humans are blind by choice. They are not going to notice your grief, even if they do. And no one is going to save you.”
@thefacelessmanner












