• The pain. Glorious and lingering. Itching and numbing. I feel it creeping, seeping through me. Why must fickle words affect me? am I so tied to this world? When can I be free? Free of the dread that haunts me. Free of the burdens that burn me. Until the day I lay still, that is when I shall be free. Free myself I must. I must sever ties in order to be free. Ties of parentage. Ties of homelife that I've grown familiar to for the last 26 years. It is time for change. A change in this wind. The air has grown stale and mouldy. Like the room I sit in. Mould grows near me where I sleep, as cobwebs droop from its corners. This room is a reflection of my mind, of my current state. I am nothing but a collection of emotions, that sit festering in this embodiment of gluttony.

• If you feel you are nothing but a collection of emotions festering in the embodiment of gluttony, you better cool out on the cookies.
  Or souvlaki.
  Or Chinese take-out.
  Or humus appetizer platter selection.
  Or Skittles.
  Or whatever you are consuming in your stale and mouldy room where you sit and sleep, as cobwebs droop from its corners.

  NomadMonadon January 03, 2019   Link

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