waves of delirium

Feels like the sky is closing in. The clouds hurdling at full speed. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe! There’s an ocean of panic inside of me, blood boiling over the cracks of the imperfect physique. My mind is swelling and the riptide is bound to catch up to me. I must tread water or else I will sink. Into the delirium. Into this mess. I don’t think this world will ever make sense. Not to you. Not to me. How can any of this be? This madness is what we reap when we sow into the intentions of the ebb and the flow of life and of misery.

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