My head slightly splits, taking my mind with it.
My soul still solid, yet the thoughts as kamikazas fly and crash at the walls making a chanting echo.
A slight doubt of myself starts to gain power while im trying to supress the rebelion.
Most of the time i succed but sometimes they sneak so silently and unnoticed that i ounly track em when they are in my head, over my mental condition, drowning my mind in the waters of fear and uncertanty.
I start to loose the sense of time and space.
Uncertained of what i did b4 and what i do now.
Lately ive been flooded with attantion and suggestions from the opposite sex, yet my contact with ppl who might find my spirit refreshing without seeking nor being any how alowed into seing my true form (u know, with the strap-on and the CS mask).
it bothers me.....
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