Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

My head feels like a package of bricks. Like all my senses were shoved into my brain. And I can't remember the moment of the switch. 
Suddenly I'm squeezing my thumb to my third eye to pacify the paralysis. 

I'm sick of paralysis. 

Waiting for the roll of the die to realign the sky.
Nothing knows where to be. 
No one knows to look up and see that we're all drowning together in this beauty and doom. Together maybe, would be a nice idea. 

Whats stopping my wings from flying? Is it babylon, come to take blame as always? Machine. Kill or be killed. Consume or be consumed. Darkness spilling over me. He dares to change me from the inside out. When I only wish to make love. 
I'm clinching my teeth as I write. Writing has become a game of tight rope. Where before, it was deep diving. Any thing goes. Open door policy, so long as the truth showed between a line or ten.