Not feeling well. Tired like I dunno what, but I still can not sleep. Sweets is lying sleeping, and I just left his side to write something before I try to sleep again.
I'm trapped inside not only my own mind, but my own body.
This imprisonment, what limits me is not the borders of my mind,
but rather the focus of my body.
There's not enough to keep my mind running any more.
There's not enough for anything really.
I used to be without boundaries,
I used to be the alpha and omega of my own reality.
Now look at me; this hollow shell of a being.
I am now only limitations and bound tight.
Good night.
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Just Another Artist
I'm just another overly creative person with nothing better to do.
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