claustrophobia

no windows. tight space. jammed doorknob. the smell of mothballs pinching the edges of my brain. eerie silence. i feel the darkness creeping down my throat, filling my spirit with confusion and fatigue. makes no difference if my eyes are wide open or shut tight. faint white stars are hovering about. i'm in a vacuum of contradictions, absorbing both east and west, positive and negative, past and future. have to get out of here...