I fisted my wall over and over.
It hurts so much that it bled a little on some knuckles.
It's the sign that I'm alive.
Alive and well.
It's been a little too much imagination.
I don't know which are real which are fiction.
It's been a terrifying moment in my life. But yet, I've never been so much better.
It's been a bad hangover
and i want to fully wake up.
It's been a chaotic occurrence
and it's time to wake up.