Thoughts are creepy scamps crawling slackly on our minds. Jostling us from a wake moment and pushing us into a labyrinth so solitary yet crowded with unsettling notions; I know I’m trapped. There is this intangible barrier closing in on me. I feel no claustrophobic, but relieved. A rush of berserk assessments in a voluptuous wave of the perpetual thought process. I cling on to the virtual mayhem for wings don’t weigh a bird down. Into the beguiling conundrum, I raise my wings and soar higher…


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