so here i am again. and still i sit right here. exposed to those around me my screams they still dont hear. tho some may look apon me and see a broken soul, i keep on swimming through this life lost within a fish bowl. my lungs are slowly burning, the smoke begins to bubble but still i sit apon the floor searching through the rubble. desperate for my freedom of all unspoken thoughts, i keep calling for the mind i recently just lost. it feels as if i m empty without my hearts desire to find the sun in everyday and let it bring me higher. slowly i am building a strong and stable self in hopes to .. place the last few days apon the deepest shelf.