limerence.

𝙎𝙋𝘼𝘾𝙀𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙐𝙎.

isolation is hard to escape. four walls enclose you and there's no door. not even a silhouette of a door ever existing. it's disorientating. where do you even turn?

the walls aren't hollow when you thud your palms up against them screaming. then the tiredness soon kicks in. yet sleeps impossible. with thousands of undistinguished voices murmuring in your mind.

there's no silence. the noise drives you insane. to distract you from the voices you decide to paint the walls with blood. you bite down hard until blood seeps from your tip and you begin decorating. if only there was drugs or alcohol everything would be alright.

anything to numb. anything. you're not worried about the long term damages. you need an escape. now. but even after the narcotics have faded you'll just wake up in the same place. perhaps with louder voices. there's no more space on the walls to do your bloodied artworks. how do you escape your mind when life feels like that room?

what if you could use the time to build strength? then beat the walls until it starts to crack. and you keep going and going. don't stop. don't give up. don't resort to anything that'll drain your strength. keep going and stay alive for the world beyond the walls.