I find it so hard to write of myself right
now. What's really going on inside this cluttered
mess of a mind inside my brain, though I
feel it's a
                b
                  s
                     e
                        n
                           c
                              e during the day, and hear it's
presence when my world has slowed down. Only
ever aquiring thoughts and words irrelevant to any
main concerns. I block out the important things, too
scared to face the reality of everything. So lost
down this trail. Afraid to turn right, too afraid to go
left. I feel like I can't breathe, like I'm being burried
underground, n
                             e
                                v
                             ­      e
                                      r to be found.
I just need a light at the end of the tunnel, but instead
the light would be coming towards me. And all my
worries, and all my dreams would finally be put to ease.