| My very thin chord to sanity... what happens when there's nothing to hold me anymore? Floating around like a hellium bomb... Following an invisible path only I see. And sometimes, even I wonder if it's there at all. Growth that nobody sees. Dreams that start to come true and thoughts that slip farther and farther away from the box. Lonely, lonely wonderland. Umbilical chord that gets thinner and thinner. Sweet insanity. What's insanity anyway? What's the line between living in your own world that to nobody else exists, and being insane? Maybe it's the same thing. And who's to say that world isn't real? My anchor has gone and with nothing left to hold me, I'm gone down the rabbit's hole. |
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