the solace of an untrammelled yet timeless abyss.
a perfect place where my mind can drift to a
state of comfortable quietude.
a sense of silent contentment, happiness without attachments.
something, anything that would discreetly conceal the
callous thoughts that once relentlessly devoured my thoughts.
every night; butchering my brain unsparingly,
not a moment's hesitation as
my fear is cast in bronze right in front of my eyes.
this perfect place.
this fucking perfect place.
does such place exist for a halfwit like me?
