i boycott reason
there is this unexplainable sadness creeping over meattacking my mind and vacating my soul. forgetting to breathe denying to let go, even for one.. mere.. moment of sanity. insanity gone missing, sanity gone missing, breathe fixated upon anxious driven sprees. fleeing, reality. fleeing, dreams. there is no place for my heart at this moment besides terror, confusion, lost interpretation. i am living within mirrors, suffocating, slowly. the only proof i am still alive are the chest pains squadding my heart a voo doo esque love affair with a black cloud of blurred images. blank canvases. empty words. broken promises. looking forward to looking backward there is no happiness a lifeless shadow on the verge of a breakdown.
call an ambulance.