The sound of the waves crashing upon the rocks beneath the cliffs that I run upon is little consolation to the dread I feel.
Wrapped tight and constricted I find I am clawing my way out of a straightjacket. Not the kind I want, which fits nicely and is some strange attempt at a fashion statement that somehow falls just short. Rather the kind that is designed to restict and bind. To prevent you from acheiving your goals.
I am aware that I should be able to fly but somehow, I just cant make it work.
I awake to "In Dreams" by Destroyer.
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