#vic takes the mic
each body lines up in front of you, row after row after row after row after and the steps keep coming, step after step after step after step after and the graves keep digging and keep digging and keep digging and keep and your steps keep coming keep coming keep coming keep and you want to stop stop stop stop stop stop but you simply cannot. and each body lines up in front of you,
I’ve never felt so tired in my life. And Al is tired too. I know it; I feel it. Both of us have fought each other into a deep exhaustion. Don’t get me wrong: we have had fun. Some moments are fantastic; we all laugh and we feel comfortable around Al. Then he’ll pull me back into my hell, and the game begins again.
This game, unfortunately for him, effects him too. I make him feel, he numbs me. The result is…. an unexplainable and indescribable fog that clouds us both.
I’m a little more numb than I was before. Emotions don’t sting me as hard. Dont get me wrong: I love my people, but outside of that… not much else I feel. And that’s okay, I think.
