I feel this pang in my chest and a flush in my cheeks- the words come tumbling out, and I thought you wouldn't believe the prophecies that I was telling.
My mind is jostled, the connection obscure- the distance between reality and fantasy is only ever growing.
It might be insanity but wait- is it reality?
There is no grounds for a rebuttal you can't stop the flow of time, the way my thoughts are flowing are coming out in intrinsic designs-
But why can't I ever put myself together when the moment counts, display a truth and honesty that would never be the death of me- but would rather give respect to me- asserting my own philosophies?
I don't even know how to tell this story, my thoughts are overwhelming and is there a cure-