if you don’t have the map then what is it i’m trying to find? you’ve left me deep within the corridors of your uncharted mind.
without a single room unlocked, engulfed by boldly ticking clocks your shadows come to strangle me and cover every step i walk. ... i’m choking; as i gasp to breathe these demons tower over me, your mind is locked from the inside; no doorway out, no way to flee
these moving walls are closing in they’ve got to swallow me up whole. the sacrifice that must be made shall claim my body as it’s toll.
yet even still i’m in your head the lucid harbinger of dreams; a watchmen over blackened hearts; the life within the planted seed.
if i were you, how could it be, that we would stand as enemies? if you were me, we’d clearly see the roots of every selfish deed.
gnossienne n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.