nexilis

He drifts through an eternal night where time stands still. Guilt and sorrow shackle him. There is no line between reality, nightmares, and an endless sea of nothing. Each day blends into the next, his every thought a battle against a relentless tide. He finds only fleeting moments of clarity swallowed by the abyss — a ghost in his own life, he is lost between worlds, a solitary figure in the half-light, searching for a way back to himself.-Or, I literally just gave Christopher my dissociative issues lmaoo