Feeling Trapped
Been trapped in a timeless port of feeling, and just that. Everything you could feel embedded into the cleansing idea of craving to escape, when there is no exit. Wallowing in disbelief.. I finally begin to question how did I get here? Somehow I noticed the exact moment the port opened, time flew. Nothingness spilled tastefully onto a sugarcoated proposal of feeling just what I desire, an infascinating shrade of still unbelievably wanting to escape.
