Escaping into my own mind is like being a passenger in a dark world on-board a sinking ship.
A ship sinking through memories,feelings, thoughts, words, sounds, people and colors in a raging storm,
getting hit at the speed of light by waves with more feelings and memories in a wild sea of full thoughts tearing the ship to pieces and thrusting it deeper and deeper.
It is this deep and dark world that fucks up my real world. And then she came. The sea calmed, the darkness was gone, I slowly floated to the bright surface.
Her hand reaching to pull me out into the colorful real world. Finally the feeling of freedom and love. Until she let go.
If you vote down, please tell me why so I can learn from it