jonathanpopham
Like a monk, stuck here. This place is endlessly empty until it ends. This place houses my consciousness , my heart, all i’ve known. This construct has made itself my cage and I have built it, friend. This mind is where you become lost. Harbouring, brooding, consuming. Locked within the same day over and over. Realizing I'm not just an organism that repeats every day, in those moments when I finally escape myself and I realize my own existence are the only moments I have ever truly lived.