I spend a lot of time inside my head. Sometimes, I am in the beautiful places of green and a pleasant dream of teas and butterflies. Most of the time, however, I find myself gradually disappear into the darkest places. Alone on a ride to another nightmare. A street without the city lights. The sky without its pretty colors, just a bunch of clouds filled with sorrows, with tears. It's like a world that has gone insane with me slowly losing my mind.
I wander through the narrowest places of my mind, sometimes a little too much. Is this life or a never-ending cycle of nightmares?
Lately, I have been spending a lot of time inside my head. No, it wasn't my choice. I couldn't find a way out of this terrible nightmare. Please wake me up.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 11:24 AM UTC
I spend a lot of time inside my head. Sometimes, I am in the beautiful places of green and a pleasant dream of teas and butterflies. Most of the time, however, I find myself gradually disappear into the darkest places. Alone on a ride to another nightmare. A street without the city lights. The sky without its pretty colors, just a bunch of clouds filled with sorrows, with tears. It's like a world that has gone insane with me slowly losing my mind.
I wander through the narrowest places of my mind, sometimes a little too much. Is this life or a never-ending cycle of nightmares?
Lately, I have been spending a lot of time inside my head. No, it wasn't my choice. I couldn't find a way out of this terrible nightmare. Please wake me up.
12/31/20
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