Empathic whirlwind, scattered emotions feeding upon each other. Changing, merging, growing stronger. Confusion, uncertainty. Absolution sought. Condemnation gained. Weariness, regret for things unknown. Time slows and slows and slows. What was gained is lost. I must sleep before time stops completely. Ambivalent silence feeds my soul with despair. Seeds of decayed embryos planted in the sun scorched dust of my whithered heart sprout forth in hideous mockery of life blooming into sickly shadows that stretch across to block the light. Darkness rises.
