Down the Rabbit Hole
I always had this feeling in my soul that worries me as I grew up. I don't know, is there something that I supposed to do, or something that would boost my pride? Is it something that should be in my possession, or is it already belongs to me? The feeling that something or some things are missing and the urge to know or to feel is the one thing that keeps pushing me further. It feeds on emotions, morality, and many more that should keep me intact. I want to know more, to feel more until it becomes an obsession, much more like greed. Little that I know, the more I let it grew, the deeper I let myself fall. The more I try to let go, the heavier it gets to drag me down. So, let me tell you a story to get things out of my chest. Hear my whispers and let me guide you through my anxiety. Separate yourself from the known, dive into my Labyrinth of a Mind, and try to see it through. Try, try to see the world through my eyes, and you'll notice the trees