Every day for nearly two years now with no day off, I go somewhere.When I go I am not really in my body anymore I am gone, somehow ceasing to exist. I am not really dead. I am not really alive. I cannot see, I cannot hear , I cannot speak. There is no time. It is not heaven, it is not hell. I am made to visit my own purgatory, seizureland, and I don't want to go there anymore. My existence is simply nothingness there. Do people get stuck there? Will I get stuck there ?
Seizureland is purgatory..........strictly metaphorically speaking.
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