Beyond The Shores Of Time

The feelings of dread that cloud my mind, are surely not my reality, though i am convinced what i see to be real, then the horrors in my mind must in turn shape my reality. I feel a deep longing, a swelling in my chest, as i clasp onto my heart, with a thought racing through my mind, as if it would tear me apart. These feelings of deep depression, are restraining my ability to think, as i write these words, i wonder if i am truly alone in this world, in this cryptic non sensical macabre we call life. Is this just some cruel game, for some cosmic superpower, or is it just a figment of my imagination. As i traverse deeper into my own imagination, i write about what i see here, and what i witness brings about such deep abhorrent feelings of depression, i can't possibly fathom the words to speak of this again, only to explain what i saw one last time, before i must once again retreat back into the darkness, within the vestibules of my mind.