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Consume Me

From my old blog:
The human mind is a scary place. And even I can't get into my own thoughts. I sense something wrong, but I don't know what it is. There isn't a symptom or anything blatant that categorizes the feeling. Beneath billions of wrinkles and neurons, lurks something so unfathomable I'm intimidated by myself. I'm caged in a corpse, a body that is not mine, with an estranged soul. So, what has become of me?

Ever have the feeling that your brain is replaced by thousands of inflated balloons, each and every one constantly expanding at the same time? And in those balloons, instead of helium gas, are screams echoing out from nowhere. Mindless, pointless screams piercing through your skull trying to break free into thin air. They fly around like asteroids, colliding with each other. 

I'm really afraid. But of what? I'm not sure myself. There are times like this, when I feel like a wimp, because my dreams always seemed almost impossible. When you put your expectations a little too high, sometimes what you get in return is a bucket full of despair.

26th August 2012.

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