Wednesday, May 26, 2010
there is this paranoia that creeps in and it eats away at my brain and fills my chest with cold sludge. my thoughts are like a cartoon mouse on a wheel, the mouse runs faster and faster and faster until it spins around and around in the wheel- but then it fucking explodes and keeping the remnants together is like trying to keep liquid in a blender with the top off. is this making any sense? i picture it like this: my head is the center, and my thoughts are branching out in all different directions, like a dandelion, only more violent than that. an exploding dandelion. fuck, how do i explain this.