Life In Distortion
Life hunts me, again and again and again and again. Some people are born bearing the gift of analytical minds. I am one of them.
Thoughts are the source of the fears. If you are not strong enough to tame it, it will engulf you as a whole. The sharp teeth tear you up during the day, and through the night.
It leans against you, tighter and tighter and tighter and tighter. Struggling is fruitless. Struggling is the source of your pain, of your useless denial of its dictatorship and deadly al