Chronicles of a HeadCase.

The deep saturation of this infatuation drives the spread throughout every aspect of my space. When the shutters close, a vision of haunting beauty taunts me with inaudible words… words of action that shake and shatter every inner thread that holds sanity in place. Awaiting the final blow of to deliver me from this pending limbo that has me buried in my head full of draught.

The display of my discord only help shield the open scars of a meaningless surrender. While every step of withdrawal I take, I find myself drawing closer and closer until I stumble into the ever tracting magnetic abyss of uncertain understanding of what is wanted from me. Shall I stand firm and take the depths of my drop now… or continue this endless fall… and I may never know the answers to the reasons of my fall.

Looking back, I fear this was precisely the dilemma I never knew of. And I had always sought for… when the lingering thoughts or actions boil every cell in your being, the forces of hot and cold… strength and weakness… like a dynamo twisting uncontrollaby from the madness of a tornado. I am… alive.

~ by case on June 29, 2005.