Monotony, chagrin, illness, churning of my stomach, migraines, the same grey sidewalks that stretch for miles with rigid holes... buildings with reflective glass and trees intertwined. The sky splitting open and fading into purpley-pinks and yellowy-oranges; colours that were once so bold and intriguing now conglomerate into scarce bad memories. Waking up several times in the course of a few hours, not knowing what I'm doing, where I am, what time it is... not caring to know the difference between day and night. The gapping of space has no affect on my thought process, the loss of consciousness does not delay the patterns or lose their meanings. It goes on continuously with seconds between, like blinking your eyes and gritting your teeth.

Bringing back new scars from every evasion, adding more fuel to a fire that consumes from the inside out...