it drives one to his insensibilities.. everything is a weird concoction of conflicting components..
the more i drive at it.. the more it binds and blinds.. the noose tightens round my mind
feels not unlike a thorny branch... plunged deep within.. it hurts to keep it in.. death ensues if pulled out..
what seems like cupids arrow is really a poison tipped barb fates cruel spear..
innocuous plunges that have since become torrents of cruel stabs.. feeling drain.. deprived.. thirst but not for drink.. hunger but not for food.. an endless wander where the lifting and landing of steps seems driven not by need of a destination .. but the need to occupy the mind with a droning repetition while flood my eyes with scenery only to find them blind to all but the image in my mind..
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