Mynd Games

This game that my mind plays

is never ending.  It keeps me

up at night, it's deafening

silence crying out with each

beat of my heart.  It races

around, changes, backtracks;

its path is unpredictable.  It's

toying with me.  I hear its laugh

echoing down the hall.  It

whispers my name, calling

me, but when I follow, already

it is gone.  I know there is an

end somewhere to the grounds

outside, but just when you

think that you've reached the

end, there's another door

to be opened.  I'm lost and 

getting scared.  I don't know

where I am.  I don't even know

if this is my mind's game anymore,

or if it is a game that I am

playing with my mind.

Reviews

[Prescilla]

deeeep. oh the dangers of exploring ones own innerworkings.
seriously though, ive felt this all too well.
this reminds me of a book called House of Leaves by mark z danielewski. its the kind of book that possesses you, and f***s with your head.