wrapping up everything in a small box, trying to contain the anourmous volumn of emotions.

breathing deeply and let the body sink on the floor.

a different kind of numbness. soft on the mind but harsh on the body asking to go further.

more needs to be more. less needs to be felt but quickly closed back to that box that is a dark corner.

writting and writting non stop, so deep in the imagnation world. escaping so voraciously from reality. comforting and safe. escaping!

disassociate from the reality. feeling so misfit. alone in my own solitude. 

breathing the air of the reality and being invaded by everything and nothing.

craving the connection that I also put distance.