#NPM Day 5- Fragmented Reality
Prompt: Sundry fragments
TW: Mortality themes
My apartment is a large storage closet,
filled with the remnants of my old life.
The castle of deciding what accompanies me in this next
has me wondering
if I can burn it all down to the ground
and pray there is no exodus from the current.
The open tabs of my computer are representative of my brain.
Repeats of the same tabs,
scrolled to different parts of the page,
processed at different times,
plain forgotten at others.
Afraid of closing any for fear of having to start the
What I put into my mouth is healthier than what I put into my Being.
For one, I die daily
and for the other,
death is instantaneous.
And it is delicious.