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I walk through the halls of my mind castle, steps echoing through it's immense emptiness. My heart feels as though a person is slightly grasping at it with ill intent, it's veins being pulled and pinched. Tugged and torn from each and ever direction.
My mind castle is not much of a castle, more like shapes and colours and vague ideas uncomfortably mixed together in something that only I can unravel. Corners that burn to feel and idea ceilings too far to grasp. Stairs of thought that lead to dead end walls, and doors that great you with.
What's the meaning of life?
I ask, and I get greeted with cold whisps of old wind brushing past my face, and getting in my hair. I understand nothing and everything in this strange and tiring space. But, I can always sit in my room of uncomfort and warm intestines, wrapping around me and burying me whole.
Somedays it simply is just that, a warm comfort that I find myself drowning in, whilst on autopilot. A sad, pathetic, and pitifully stupid feeling that surrounds me. It reeks of self hatred and sado-masochism. As I watch myself from a third person's view. Scrubbing and scrubbing at my skin like I could ever cleanse myself of my stupidity. But I sure can try... Try as you might, little self... You will never be free. Never be clean.
Escape is impossible. For now at least. But go on, take your pills and try to be happy... What will it ever do for you?