I try to leave the solitude of my mind, yet it seems that the harder I try, the farther I recede into the darkness. In a place that should be familiar, I find myself surrounded by things unknown. Cold and desolate. A void. My mind is my own torture chamber.
No one would understand. I worry that I am slowly losing myself. My conciousness refuses to agree with my heart, creating a never ending argument between the parts of myself leaving me...numb. I feel as if I'm a leaf caught in the lure of the wind. Tumbling. Making progress. But without the rest of me. I have no roots. Those in which I was born to are no longer a part of me. They are detatched.
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The Feelings Which Flow Through Me
AcakThe feelings that I have felt, the feelings which I buried have come bursting forth. Breaking to the surface. This is for me. This is my quick release valve.
