...can I drift forgotten and survive?.. when I am the thousand ghosts of many more thousands of overdeveloped expressions!

I am father sons daughters and mothers of adopted emotional phantoms...
I understand numb so badly I want to inexperience everything every day.

it's too much this white darkness and this glowing deep blackness...

and this creepy hollow world of damaged light

like the horrific way my personal monsters levitate naked and deliberately intimidate in anti-luminous fascination...

the night is spacious and hidden voluminous with shadow..
and the day is likewise a terminal cave

I cannot escape my mind is so utterly dark