My mind is an endless void.
In the midst of it is an obsidian cliff.
Abstract wisps of thought swirl around that central cliff all the time.
I am drowning.
I am barely hanging on to the cliff, to myself.
The thoughts keep attacking me, not one at a time.
Tidal waves of thoughts are crashing down on me, trying to drag me under.
Away from my sense of self.
Into that endless void.
Into endless void...
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
My mind is an endless void.
In the midst of it is an obsidian cliff.
Abstract wisps of thought swirl around that central cliff all the time.
I am drowning.
I am barely hanging on to the cliff, to myself.
The thoughts keep attacking me, not one at a time.
Tidal waves of thoughts are crashing down on me, trying to drag me under.
Away from my sense of self.
Into that endless void.
Into endless void...
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