Monday, March 28, 2016

Space Between

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28.

A date that will always haunt me.

Its been.. a challenge.

And I must admit this, I never thought it'd happen to me.

I've been keeping quiet about it, cause that's what I do best.

Truth is, I've had some sort of a relapse.

Just 2 weeks ago before I passed out from my course.

That week, I was having so much uncontrollable flashbacks.

I don't even know where they came from.

Or how it was triggered.

My only guess was, when I was looking through the Facebook past year moments.

That one night... it happened.

I dreamt.
I dreamt we were together again.

I dreamt that I was still in love, that we were going out together, hand in hand. Exploring places. Enjoying each other's company. A feeling that I've haven't felt in a long time.

And then.

I woke up.

I was in bunk, in bed, in the dark, alone, depressed as fuck.

Drowning about the past, feeling so damn down about everything.

Blaming myself.

Wondering if it could've turned out differently.

How can emptiness feel so heavy?

I was on the verge of breaking down.

But I didnt, and I couldn't.

Because I knew then, that I was supposed to be over this.

And I was.

It's just certain triggers..

That can't be helped.

...

I'm tired. 

And I hope,
And I pray,
 that this wouldn't happen again.

And I hope, that someday,
 I'd find something fill up, this space between.

Love, Eran.

This silence.
It's getting deafening.

Current Song Mood: Sia - Space Between

A neverending sentence in my head
We lay hollow in the emptiness
I'm too tired to push you from the bed

No more fighting, there's no more fighting
There's no more fighting for us

Fill the void in our bed
The space between is deafening
Oh, we don't bend, we're breaking
The space between is deafening
The space between is deafening

No one's moving, we lack the courage to
We lay in stalemate, wishing the other would
But we're too tired, we let the embers cool

No more fighting, there's no more fighting
There's no more fighting for us

Fill the void in our bed
The space between is deafening
Oh, we don't bend, we're breaking
The space between is deafening

No more fighting, we've given up now
Silence says more than words
Imagination cures loneliness
When you become a prisoner

Fill the void in our bed
The space between is deafening
Oh, we don't bend, we're breaking
The space between is deafening

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