ParasiticHumanity

    I see myself falling from the sky. I’m not flying; I am falling, plummeting, towards the earth. I see a great eye amongst the clouds, watching me as I cry out for help. The eye observes, it does not laugh, it does not cry; it does not care. It blinks as I feel my body seconds from impact with the cold ground, I land as a contorted version of myself; everything is black. I am a single source of illumination amongst a great sea of nothingness. I stare helplessly into the black, and I somehow realize I am inside of the great pupil of the eye. I walk, and I walk, until I get to the end. The end is a window facing a sea. Looking through,

I am tired of being the victim. Everything upsets me, frustrates me, worries me or makes me afraid. When did this happen? I think I've been in denial about what happened to me affecting me the way it did, but now I'm admitting it to myself. I desperately need to move forward as the strong person I was once becoming, and still have the power to be. I kept saying I lost who I was when I entered into bad, self destructive habits and stayed with a person who did not treat me well. The truth is that was a hiccup, I am still that person. I stopped believing I deserved anything good, I pushed people away, I hurt others and myself, but neither I nor

Invisible eyes are following me, everywhere I turn. I'm afraid yet wish they would bestow upon me their knowledge. I don't know what to do about this.