Description
Does it happen to you too? While comfortably seated in the sofa, your brain just switches off and you go in that specific place far away where nobody can catch you. Paradise, secret garden, how many names it has but it ends up being the same. A run-away place, our personal escape door through our unsatisfying world. What with a brain that can switch off nor allow us to reach this place? This is mine. Thus, I end up overthinking and overreacting. I do it in English even if it is not my mothertongue. It helps me slow down the flux and tire me faster. This is my hell of life. An underground life where the most exciting party takes place in my brain. May I get rid of it one day? Will I turn to be a functional human being? Waiting for it, I still be an assemble of broken pieces and nocturnal realisations.
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