It follows me. Nags me. Tortures me.
Until I forgot where I am.
Until the end. I have no idea when that will be.
It never stops. And all the while, I feel the strings tugging, restricting not my breath, but my control. They call it self destruction, I heard.
The lack of.
The spiralling out of control.
I just want to feel what everyone is talking about. So far, I feel it webbing away. Slowly, slowly. And for once, I am letting myself drown with it.
Just some thoughts from the train ride back earlier this week. And in Paris we came across this abandoned bicycle. So there… enjoy.