by marmaladescreams

I often fantasize about fainting in the middle of everything; in the train, on the street, at a café. Maybe I’ll act out some sort of seizure or maybe I’ll do a simple syncope with a quick awakening. How much time will pass before people act? How will they react? And what would I gain from this escapade? It’s a curiosity and an urge to show people my weakness. A weakness in the fleeting everyday. I am not like them, and they are not like me.