she is lost but she does not crave to be found. her world went quiet but she accepted it cause in some sick and destructive way it brought her peace and she felt safe in her own madness. And although her days are full of tears and anguish... she cant picture herself ever getting out of this labyrinth of suffering she trapped herself in. this is her silent punishment.
in the blink of an eye, you kept decaying. lost in space, and no one can help you. everything in front has morphed like free desert sand, with some praying to stay as sandcastles because of a gust that only prides of insignificance, and is clever. but they deemed it puny, and we dealt with their mistakes.
so we had to run to a labyrinth of terrifying ends. you had no choice but to move further, away - alone but to move was to be tickled by the dust devil, and to stay was to mope in killing silence. you leapt into both worlds in shifts - to suffice yourself, even while stuck in the labyrinth.
every day was a mobius strip, and it stretched into months of moving, of staying, and of waiting until you discovered a sandcastle on one end. it had veins of wear, but you tried to keep it *****. lost in time, but you can help you. and in the blink of an eye, you kept living.
overthinking is like always being in a labyrinth there are hundreds of ways but only one is going to be the right one nevertheless you have to go through them all. finally you found the right one it's a positive or negative outcome; a mix of all the other ways; and you kinda knew it from the start. the next labyrinth is yet to come.