Smoke And Mirrors

•Preface•

I feel bricked into a small box—slowly suffocating—no air to breathe—no light to see.
Only darkness—only the feeling on my chest crushing from the lack of oxygen.

I sit in a perfect life, beautiful on the inside, but I'm trapped in my own skin—in my own maze of a life.
The maze never ending, I run through gravel—heavy footed as I try to find the ending—the way out—an escape.

My feet go numb from the rocks and pebbles pushing against my feet—dragging along the bottoms of my feet—ripping away at my soft skin.

Tears stream down my face—screaming for help, only to hear the echo of my own voice reverberating off the cold stone walls that went miles up.

I stop—catching my breath—gripping the flat wall, my finger tips turning white as I hold on to nothing.

Then I snap out of it—