Her mind

Prisoner

I'm petrified.
I feel like I'm falling deeper and deeper into this endless abyss and there's no way to get out. There's nothing yet everything at the same time. It's surrounding me ; suffocating me and forcing me to come face to face with the fears that meander through the web of my thoughts.
Pictures and writing flashes across my vision but are gone so suddenly as the world once again crashes into the lifeless black I have come to acknowledge.
Sometime I wonder whether I have a mortal anchor that may connect to the pictures but as soon as It comes, it flees to a safe place until the next time I want to wonder.