by mandaceehb

There are some days when the cavern of conversation is my only reprieve from a hellish reality. I need to be enclosed in this temporary space, to lose myself in big talk and small talk and useless talk and be led away to a world where only stirrings of words and buildings of dreams exist. The wilderness outside this refuge is a tumour of insanity that impales my brain, and it pricks deeper and deeper until I lose my thoughts and existence.