a Labyrinth of thoughts
What do you see in this blankness? I want to ask you this so desperately, but your void eyes offer me nothing. Strange things are happening here; it is as if all the blank spaces were not just blank anymore. Sometimes the air here tastes so stale, devoid of any flavor, of life. Everything seems dead at the same time, not. There's no way out of this maze, and the paths I traverse keep shifting until I lay myself to give in to this madness that keeps me sane. I can almost taste the sadness coating my lips; every piece of me is tinged with bitterness, hatred, and apathy, prejudices, harsh treatment, judgment, contempt, guilt, and questions, so many questions that my searching eyes never found answers to. My tongue feels heavy with a nameless sensation, and it's slowly killing every part of me. It feels like breaking into a thousand pieces and getting swallowed by these voids. The air around me is slowly sucked out, and I am losing breath, suffocating in the quiet walls screaming c...