Post #10458

he vaguely knew it was rather numbness after shock, and not the kind of healing happening with time; bizarre dreams would flood the nights with vivid stories, cameos and significant symbols of longing for various places and pasts, for belonging; not-there-nor-here it would be, the mornings would be barely survivable, and the visions of wandering and being lost in memory mazes would taunt with dull recurrence; perhaps the distance of time is the numbness of depersonalisation, and perhaps the refuge of crisp air of the nature’s recluse is the distance from any kind of engulfing humanity