aside

My mind once a playground ruled by my Judgment- whom you’ve conspired against, taken hostage– not quiet but loudly, mocking me and my sad story’s unravelling as of late. In my real world you are noise, annoying, pervasive, uninvitedsuspended enhanced waves of sound so tangible it feels as though i’m drowning. Noises in disarray, voices, thoughts race and beat me, my body inhabited and steered by your will as i’m pushed aside. You have made my world a torture chamber where real and unreal collide to my dismay and you enjoy it. You, byproduct of my mind, overstepped your bounds. I won’t take it personal but will you please go make noise elsewhere?

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