ENTRY//#1 07-18:
I would give anything for it all to make more sense.
But I’m not really here, not all the way.
Splitting my thoughts - pixels awash with noise.
Losing color, losing, losing, losing.
A generation lost, old traps we've tripped before.
They will hold us inside them.
Make us feel as a part of them.
What do you think that will do to you?
why push when you can
sink? no
one could blame
You.
maybe there's a place for me there - to Dissolve into the space between.
-T
NOW WE FALL BENEATH, INTERLINKED.