Thoughts

A claustrophobic mind trapped in a silent world. Days bleed into nights, marked only by the shift from artificial to natural light. The body, a rebellious entity, disobeys commands, leaving the self a stranded observer in its own being. A prisoner of consciousness, adrift in a sea of silent screams. The world, a distant echo, filtered through a veil of detachment. Time, a meaningless construct, slipping through the cracks of perception. A descent into the abyss of self, where shadows of sanity flicker and die.