Fever Inside the Storm
2009-09-19, 11:50 p.m.

I locked the door today and have refused to go to work. These white walls seem to have faded the pastel black of my soul. Now we are both grey.

The walls of my sanctuary shake as the phone rings. It's the white walls, they crave me for their frenzy.

Insanity clings to me now, follows me home like the rotting corpse of a sparrow. The ants feast upon my sadness.

My first lesson in the vast difference between myth and reality.

THE APPLE IS (blank)...

"I'm lost within."
-X Japan, I.V.

Do nothing

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