It is funny. Listening to Mozart made me write this.
There is neither voice nor vision for this condition. Wallowing slightly in this chair that I am bound to I ask myself if I’ll ever come through. I hum a melody trying to snuff the pain that carries so much fidelity. Lost in transition a normal life becomes an unattainable seduction. There is neither body nor mind in this hellish cellar. Body into too much pain just as my mind becomes insane. This mirror that reflexes my world has become far too distorted as it is whirled. Neither key nor guard may set me free. Bound I am destined to ever be.