Holding my breath in an attempt to sink to the depths of my mind, but the wall of iron I spent my life laying as a mask has blocked me for now.
Enjoy this mask, this facade.
Don't stay too long in the world of imagination, if you ever wish to be a part of reality again.
Unless you're too far gone, then take my hand, and join me.
do you ever feel the urge to slam your face on the desk but you don’t because it would hurt
i find it really weird how we can talk to ourselves in our head like how does that even work