burrowing thoughts. Top Story - March 2025.
build me a space where i dont even have to think about it, i just know i can do it. build me a place where i am so sure of everything that the questions in my mind have stopped daunting, crawling, haunting over each other, deep into the walls of my brain, burrowing holes like cockroaches that have no idea where they are going but are still in search for food. and perhaps the thoughts arent the cockroaches but perhaps instead they are me, i am them. a burrowing thought dragging deeper and deeper into tissue that was never meant to open, flesh that was never meant to split. it cries and divides under my claws and nails, but its not enough to stop the constant, drag, hit, drag, push, inch further and further till i can find
