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I’m constantly restrained by my thoughts. I feel like I’m held captive by my mind, like I’m a prisoner within my own self. I can see the world around me, smell it, and hear it. But the moment I try to reach out and touch it, I’m knocked back into darkness. When I try to scream for help, the restraints are pulled tighter, reminding me that I’m not actually in control. Even though I’m the keeper of my own prison, I don’t hold the keys.