I am lost. I am conquered. The representation of myself no longer serves rightfully as a representation of my actuality. There is a difference within me I fail to understand, simply because I no longer recognise the being I used to be. What was once truth, is now a fading entity. Like the clouds in the sky, they change from calm to storm without a moment's notice. And then, you no longer remember how it used to be. Only how bad it is now. It is as if I have neither control nor mastery over senses. Words gather in my head and disperse within the subsequent seconds. I suffer from a sudden inability to capture the rhythm of the song that flows through my veins. It used to throb endlessly with a passion soaring high over the snowy peaks. Now it screams in silence, wishing ever to dearly ernestly to tell me something dear, but I hear it not. All I hear is an undeterminable murmur, that brings in so much uncertainty, and so much painless pain. There is an ambiance of disorientation in the air. Draw me out of this labyrinth.
Notsnhoj
