it sometimes feels like if only i turn around does the reality that was supposedly behind me get rendered.
sort of like being the spectator to counter strike.
it's rather unsettling. as the wombs of claws call me- the womb of nothingness pervading my behind. a low level anxiety in my upper back. a dread that there is actually nothing behind me. as i sleep on the bed- i am resting on emptiness
as i'm walking across the highways- i can't see behind me,