Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself...– Edna St. Vincent Millay
Elusive thoughts run through my head. My perceptions are limitless. Cataclysmic faults tear my shield down. Helpless, I cry out to a deaf world. I claw my way out of the jumbled mess I call my brain, only to be sucked in further. Deeper Deeper Deeper Until there is nothing left. I suppose you can call me insane. I’ve become a victim; a victim of insanity.