Turmoil, it crashed down like an avalanche of ice cold fire and envelopes my mind.
Thoughts crashing through like a runaway freight train, no control, no end, just endless possibilities.
Choices, the choice of having no choice.
Options everywhere and none plausible.
Life, decisions to be made. I must begin at twenty what I will be at fifty but without the knowledge I'll possess at fifty.
No hope, only nothing, that is my mind. An expanse filled yet empty. What can be done. Fear. Nothing. I need someone but have noone.
Where. I'm lost, but also found.
They know me but I don't know myself.
It's all lies. A world built on the honesty of untruth.