Heterotopia

In times like this I am truly distraught; to wake up with a million thought flooding my head, carried over from the nightlong dreams. Somehow when the illusion dissolved into reality, it bites hard.

I'm a disturbed person.

...maybe I am after all mentally off. Who knows? Insanity's a thin line.

It's over!

When attraction dies, a smile is now just another smile.
Everything now starts to lose their embodied meanings which was only made possible by the notion of attraction.
Hence J's nothing more than a person now.

I guess it's now back to gloomy ol' reality for me. Paroles broken, back to prison it is.

I'll be spiralling down very very soon. FUCK!