Experiencing emotions feels like taking a bite from a fresh raw fruit. It's juices like a puissant semblance that's reminiscent of the past.
Lately I've found myself scurrying around like restless mime. Hiding behind the white paint of silence. Erratic gestures only I understand. The frantic voices inside sound like the static between radio stations as my mind constantly scans for answers.
An analytic internal shuffle.
Honestly, I am maimed at bringing what’s inside out. A newfound difficulty with no eminent resolution. A conspicuous roadblock in all communication.
These words have no meaning as the meaning has become incomprehensible. I stand paralyzed before the gates of expression. Paralyzed under Mania’s limelight.
For once I’m yearning for the army of orange men with white hats. For once I’m reaching for what I once threw away. Square one is before me but lies beyond are blurred lines.
……………. Shdkjasudhiud I …..akjhyeikneosd …. NEED… ahdhdheias@#+!… H…. ahdhiuiaybe… E.., youikebosuydy…..LP…..woiunery!#)84.........
