Trying to capture an inescapable fate and it seems with every breath I take, the faster time proceeds. Trying to explain my perspective universe and it seems the further back I go, the further gone I am. Trying to create any possible escape and it seems with each new goodbye note the more I want to stay.
Day 6 of NaPoWriMo. About recovery and learning to love the mind I'm stuck with, when sometimes all I want to do is set myself on fire or sleep forever.