18. September, 2013
There is an enemy inside me that nags me all day and all night. Like the Panopticon head marking surveillance over me. My self others me from myself. I am separated from inside. I am fragmented from within. I see the blades of the fan stirring along the air and forming a uniform circular motion. Constant rotation lets one see through it...the ceiling painted white. I see the black wall of the blog and my words turning white and green. The thoughts deepening down in a circular motion inside my head but blurring away my vision.
There is an enemy inside me that nags me all day and all night. Like the Panopticon head marking surveillance over me. My self others me from myself. I am separated from inside. I am fragmented from within. I see the blades of the fan stirring along the air and forming a uniform circular motion. Constant rotation lets one see through it...the ceiling painted white. I see the black wall of the blog and my words turning white and green. The thoughts deepening down in a circular motion inside my head but blurring away my vision.
7 comments:
Well said.
thanks for reading ma'am
"There is an enemy inside me that nags me all day and all night.".
How is the situation exactly, when you are alone, do you hear sometimes voices, you look around, and there is no one? ;) ;) ;)
Jameel ..i see where you are coming from ;P Don't worry i am not suffering from Schrizophrenia!haha...
Jameel ..i see where you are coming from ;P Don't worry i am not suffering from Schrizophrenia!haha...
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