My mind is a blur of feelings and dreams trapped behind a silent wall that is my lips. The screaming ache of emotions that runs through my mind will forever remain trapped by the monotonous silence of my voice. The loneliness of unverbalised pain overcomes my frail state of being sometimes. I perish in the unmistakable numbness of inescapable feelings. The emotions of which I can not rid my lonely mind through closed lips, consume my whole until I am nothing but a dull roar of sad, oblivious quiet. Oblivious to the world around. This environment of cruel sensations which brings death and pain to anyone at anytime could also be the most beautiful and underappreciated work of art. You just have to be willing to look past the pain and hatred to see the misunderstood beauty of the world.
