Words and thoughts, and some smoke.

VladamirP

This is a story about being locked in a cage, an invisible cage, a silent cage, transparent but deadly.


The mad cage.


I'm there now, racing thought's, smiley face, feeling small, not caring, trying to hold your thoughts under water, trying to drown them, the ****ing past.

And you never stop caring or thinking, but you forget to, then you go deep into your head.
It's like going deep into the rain forest, deeper, away from humanity, a lost tribe on your own, in a place you can't remember coming to.

We just found ourselves here with thought's and wonders, the beauty, a perfect place, a perfect gift, destroyed by evil forces.

I know I can't beat them on my own.

I need God.


"Why didn't you go to live in the hippy commune?"

Because the leader is a devil worshiper.