Treachery...

Within this void, the depravation of soulful feelings, there is a more intense push: An escapist's trick. It removes the meaning of time, and the progress therein. Taking a brash look at raindrops, my place starts to sink in. It's a visceral feeling, to know of my organic needs, and the psychological implementation of my dreams. I would throw my life away if I could feel that connection once more... Just one more time.