The Odd days.

Its 3 Am and you're wide awake.
You're sitting up trying to put the pieces together and figure out the exact moment your life fell apart.
Its 12 Pm, you're talking and laughing with your friends and then you feel the emptiness trying to devour you whole.
You spend each moment, each second calculating how to make things better but nothing ever gets better and it always just seems so hard and you feel so weak, like you don't want to exist.
You can't breathe.
You can't talk. It's like every place you're in is a confined, closed off space and you've been claustrophobic for as long as you can remember.
All you want to do is get over your fear but the walls keep closing in on you.
Its like you're reliving your nightmares every time you're awake.
Physical pain is the only thing telling you it's real.
This is as real as it gets.
And you've been scared.
No, my body is not a temple. I'm tired of you telling me it is.
My body is a graveyard. A graveyard where each scar is the corpse of a broken memory.
Its not swirling in flowers and fruit.
Its not an ocean.
Its a graveyard filled with dead grass.
My body is a graveyard and my soul is a dying flame.

All photos were shot on the Moto g4 plus.
Have a great day!