Haute and imposing manors are presented before me, creating the border between sanity and society.
I stopped at this figurative border, my smile slowly disappearing as I allowed the intrusive thoughts to creep back in. I couldn't help it; they tempted me towards a mindset I knew I didn't want, but I just couldn't help it.
They suffocate me and I allow them to because I just can't seem to stop them.
I turn back around to look towards the path, a strong urge in my chest yearning me to come closer. I feel lost and dazed, unsure of why I feel this way. I turn back to the border, shaking my head slowly.
Who's calling for me?
YOU ARE READING
Intrusive
SpiritualIntrusive [inˈtro͞osiv] adj. causing disruption or annoyance through being unwelcome or uninvited. "You see, I struggle with a thing that I like to call 'intrusive thoughts.' This is where I am constantly bombarded with the pain and agony of reflect...
