Sometimes I get lost inside my head, with all these extra doors and hidden spaces it almost feels like a abandoned labyrinth. Now, that alone could drive one crazy but I'll add some extra spookines just for fun…
My mind is just this twisted place where friendly fire is allowed as long as I'm fighting the war alone.
It's actually a quite nice place to hang around, once you've reached the end… Sometimes I think I might just lose it, that I've finally got one snap too much but then again, if I'd really be mentally ill, I think I would have known it, after all, I can still tell the difference between the monsters in my ruins and the ones under the bed.
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
