Trapped
I don’t know. Its depressing.
feeling completly trapped, as time continues to pass, rapidly,then slowly. When the stillness of the dark conquers over im instantly engulfed in the relm of possibilities. Dreams, goals, fantasies, wishes, rush through my brian at an inconstant speed. longing for freedom and drastic change tears my insides to pieces, breaking me down more each second. I fear if i do not act soon there will be nothing left. Something, I’m not sure what needs to promise hope that the reality we’ve created for ourselves can be broken down and built back up. Experiencing, feeling, testing your surrounding, pushing the limits, in deprate search of an alternate universe we want to believe exsists.
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