littlestaryu

inhale. exhale. i've got my eyes set on dreams i know i'll never achieve. my lower lip is raw from my incessant chewing. inside my head is chaos. thoughts clashing and clanking against one another, like medieval war heroes battling to the death. castle walls have crumbled. inhale. exhale. the sense of controlling ones death is almost invigorating. the throat-burning sensation of toxic fumes reminds me i'm alive. a sweat breaks out. dampening skin with a salty-sweet smell. nostrils flare with a deep inhale. body resorts to shaking, more. it is almost unexplainable how empowering one breath can be. the world, at the f