So let the flames begin.




Thrown into an interwoven fucked up web of events, my mind spirals.
I wish for my mind to halt to a stop. It may be better this way. But really, a human being doesn't just stop thinking,
unless they die.

But I'm not dead.
& I don't want to die.

Each tiny fragment of the occurrences seep through, slowly drilling into my skull forever etching themselves into my brain.
Forever,
& I mean eternity.