My head feels akin to a cacophony of sound, a concert in a construction site, a million little nagging sensations out of sync. I feel as though I could shred to bits, splinter into uncountable fragments of my former self, pieces to a puzzle with no definitive solution.
Am I falling apart, or is the world around me falling together? The answer could prove to be my salvation, my destruction, or the purgatory of my very soul.
holy cow dude you really love your thesaurus
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ReplyDeleteI do :P
But, I don't generally use it unless I'm writing prose and I find myself at a loss for the perfect word for a situation. I didn't use it for this... well, I don't know what you'd call this. A poem?