Walls.
Sometimes... when pondering over one thought gets too much... it feels like it's starting to hold you hostile; almost as if it is confining you to it's mental walls; a constant reminder of that thought.
Walls.
It's like the room is shrinking. Except it isn't.
It's all in your head.
Your head; your mind; your imagination; it's all there.
It's almost as if it's another completely independent being; going against you.
You can be your own worst enemy.
When the walls trap you; taunt you; restrict you.
When they close in... closer... day by day... second by second.
Until it stops... until they finally stop chasing you to the middle; until they finally stop the taunting; the constant dark reminder; the defiant imminent presence of the walls... the barriers... the restriction.
Always there.
At the back of your mind.
Your mind.
It goes against you.
But it can work in your favour too.
Walls.
Sometimes, the walls advance. Like they're running from you.
The closer you get, the further they go.
So close... yet so far away.
Like this time... you actually want that constant reminder... that constant securing feeling that no mater how hard you try... those walls will never leave your mind... that stabilising thought; that you have nothing to worry about; they'll always be there.
But they're not.
They won't.
And they never will.
Walls.
They close in and trap you in hostility.
Walls.
They proceed to go; the further you chase; the further they fade.
Walls.
The inevitable barriers.
I've learnt to take them as they go.
I've learnt to let go.
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Lost In My Mind
Non-FictionThe limitless plethora of what I actually think about. The extensive repertoire of what I'm really feeling. The blunt myriad of what really goes on in my mind. This book lets you know about the real me. Not the one that society has broken.
