strike.through.

im back to where I started, come full triangle with a few changes; just a different picture on the puzzle. the main point is that i couldn’t feel it. numb, the quiet mind if only. with nothing but old clichés and jokes repeated over and over until no one cries, no one laughs. the clock moving slower everyday. weird voices from faceless masks. single lines spelling out fate and personalities in crimson. a notebook filled with meaningless words. pale paper thin skin drawn on with permanent neon. black flooding through to sparkles and glitter, drowning out bandaid promises. disorders; sugar and marshmallow prescriptions. music fueled therapy not conscious. disease of normality isn’t enough. auditory hallucinations, keep not listening. balls bouncing off course; a claim by those not accepted, only in the quiet eyes. stay away from the corner, stay away from their thoughts before you cant escape.