The chasm is open and I'm drawn to it by burning curiosity. As I enter all breath is taken away and locked inside tight. Like cement filling my chest. Searching for nothing, the paranoia is plain nauseous. Time to accept you are the brick wall blocking paths. Forgotten and fading like I’ve been erased from time. Feeling invisible with the a solivagant state of mind.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 6:11 AM UTC
The chasm is open and I'm drawn to it by burning curiosity. As I enter all breath is taken away and locked inside tight. Like cement filling my chest. Searching for nothing, the paranoia is plain nauseous. Time to accept you are the brick wall blocking paths. Forgotten and fading like I’ve been erased from time. Feeling invisible with the a solivagant state of mind.