Its a trap,
I can't see out there but has infiltrated into my essence of living.
It looks like an illusion, a kaleidoscope.
Colors,magic dust and constellations surrounding the ordeal of uneasy feeling.
The mayhem of what ifs can squish the ability to differentiate
Its like the waves overlapping, successive yet connected.
Can't let out of picture, so out of mind. Its a trap, my mind it is, please run away, it is a storm of thorns
Tearing you apart,degloving your soul. Create a mess and damage the best of the two worlds, you.
Agenda describes.
YOU ARE READING
So within So without.
Short StoryDeep down, drowns. Gulits of catastrophic actions Thoughts can hurt Bit by bit Kills the best Its a sorrow nest
