There is a labyrinth lost deep into the woods of Amecalyath.

A mess to me isn’t like it is for normal people.

A mess, clutter… Becomes a traffic jam in my head and doesn’t allow me to do anything productive until is taken care of.

©catloverr

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If I wasn’t human, my brain would be controlled by a parasytic bug.

I would laugh, cry, and go through all the normal human emotive but I would feel nothing deep inside.

©catloverr

Insomnia, why do you consume me?

Instead of peaceful slumber, I’m assaulted with restlessness and exhaustion.

Instead of cheerful dreams, I’m plagued by paranoia.

You claim love but the coldness of your smile says everything.

©catloverr