Wherever I go, here I am.
Here i am.
Im curious why?
I cant write about it.
I am not allowed to talk about it.
But I feel it.
Luckily there is no warden keeping guard of my thoughts.
My mind is freedom from my prison.
My dreams are my refuge and my oasis.
I dont understand this.
Some days I crave simplicity like drug.
Other times, complexity seduces me into its arms.
Its easy to want to collapse into a mind numbing stuper.
What fun is that really?
I say that tongue in cheek
Why am I the bearer of my own torture device?
I can revel in a sunset.
I can feel this
Its making me insane with brief horrible periods of sanity.