Slowly dying sloth.

I feel that I’m dying, steady and slowly.

As if there was no escape to my death.

I feel the limit, the limit of the reality is crushing me from the outside whilst I’m full of life inside. This world tries to kill me every breath I take.

I want to breathe. I want to live but it is what it is.

As if there was another, secret, reality where I’m not permitted and all things are lovely there